Sacred Sanctuary_Enochlophobia_Journal From The Cozy Cold Cabin_Magic in the Fire
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Sacred Sanctuary
Mount Otomori. He was sure it was in front of him. The haze of his vision swimming with doubt. How had he gotten separated, he wondered. His troupe had been travelling along the same path. The same one left to them by their ancestors.A traditional rite of passage was this journey. But yet he had found himself alone. There were four of them in his tribe that had yet to prove themselves. Aisha, Sansi, Hotte and Dago.Maybe Hotte convinced them to leave him behind. Alone in the camp. Or perhaps Sansi was getting back at him. For telling Dago her secret love for him.But Aisha and Dago were his true...
Enochlophobia
I stop dead in my tracks. I’ve heard that the place is huge, but the rumors couldn’t prepare me for what I see. Neat, yellow stalls fill the space as far as I can see, their counters cluttered with goods from all around the universe, walls decorated with banners, garlands, and illusions. Between them hangs a silken cloth, shielding merchants and customers from the scorching light of two triangular suns. But the worst thing is, most of the people here are not even humans. It's hard to say which species is the most abundant since there are so many! Furry kas’shams with big eyes and expressionles...
Journal Frowww.onedoor.ccm The Cozy Cold Cabin
Entry# 1The cold-hearted wails of mother nature flew past outside my window and into the freezing night. I knew she cared none for the survival of one measly human, therefore I took in an odd sense of comfort from knowing these thin cabin walls were all that stopped her violent clashes; The best way to relax were situations like these where one little thing going wrong could mean life or death.Regardless, here I am. I’m all alone in the middle of nowhere with winter right up to my neck and threatening to bash my door down. This little cabin had probably seen better days, but it’s still going s...
Magic in the Fire
By the time the nurses got outside, the leaves were on fire.The residents of Mountain Rest Nursing home shuffled to their front porch rocking chairs before the sun rose every morning. And this warm, muggy October morning was no different. The majority of residents’ bones were fragile, worn with age, that they needed assistance to get in and out of these chairs.Every morning it was the same scene. The well watered trees were covered in the same green they were back in May and some time in November, all the summer leaves would turn brown and fall of as the temperature took a swan pe off the cli...