The Girl With The Blue Sweater_Trauma Bonds_O'Roulle's Riddle_Bloodfire
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The Girl With The Blue Sweater
The plane had just arrived in New York at John F. Kennedy airport. Following my arrival, my eardrums began rupturing to a maximum extent. What was more painful than this? Maybe, being "mentally" and "physically" forced by my bossy mother, to leave my small hometown in Afton located in Lincoln County. The state of Wyoming, couldn't have been a better home to me, for the last seventeen years, as my "antisocialness" agreed with me as well. Wyoming didn’t have many people, as my life was pretty peaceful.I wasn't familiar with New York City, but I knew it had a major problem. That problem —www.onedoor.cc was the...
Trauma Bonds
“Hey...Hey!”I woke up abruptly, drool on my sleeve, my glasses halfway down my face. Completely forgetting that I had been in the library, I panicked. I jumped up, looking around wildly.“Oh sorry,” a high-pitched voice said behind me. I jerked my head around to face her. A small Asian woman in a white button-up top waved at me sheepishly. I adjusted my glasses just in time to make out ‘library assistant’ on her shirt. “I’m just about to lock up. I didn’t want you to get trapped in here.” She jingled the keys she held. I rubbed my eyes, mascara smudging onto my hands.“No, thank you for waking ...
O'Roulle's Riddle
Charlotte dragged her eyes away from the darkened porthole window—the answers to O'Roulle's riddle didn't lie in the waves, but in the grimoire in her hands. She read, as if for the thousandth time:Anchoring a soul to this plane is not possible for every wielder. Given enough time and the collection of the elements of the ritual below, any wielder should be able to anchor a soul. However, what many wielders lack is access to an object saturated with memories and feelings strong enough to tie a soul to the planet once death has untethered it from its body.Charlotte brought her hands together ac...
Bloodfire
I dumped my leather bound notebook and a pen into my satchel. Tip-toeing downstairs, I slipped on my sneakers and snagged an umbrella from the basket by the door. As i touched the cold metal knob of the door, gentle thunder rumbled outside, sending pleasant shivers down my body. I smiled and stepped outside, trying to be as quiet as I could. I stood on the front porch for a few moments, inhaling the comforting embrace of the thunderstorm. I always had a thing for thunderstorms. They were beautiful in all their dark chaotic grace. I looked at the time on my phone-2、32am. As if they were judgi...