Blue Hour_Paths_The Unwalking_An Unlikely Encounter
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Blue Hour
Thomas stood outside in the cold, snowflakes landing on his shoulders and melting in his curls. Hands tucked in wool-lined pockets, boots planted on the icy sidewalk, he gazed up at the sign of the new bookstore, Blue Hour Books. He’d thought the name curious when he’d first passed it by days ago, yet curiouser still how he hadn’t truly noticed the building until now.Blue Hour Books, though it had only opened a week before, radiated the quality of a long-standing staple in his small town. The new owner had given the door a fresh coat of navy paint and replaced the cracked panes of the bay wind...
Paths
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost…I know it's said that strange things, peculiar things, happen from time to time; but to have my street suddenly transform into a forest went beyond anything I'd ever imagined or heard. I found myself on a dirt path that branched about thirty feet ahead. One path continued fairly straight - a bit wavy though. The other? Not even close to straight. So crooked, in fact, that it appeared to slither, if, indeed, paths had that ability.The forest of that path, the truly crooked one, sported s...
The Unwalking
I’m not stupid. When Teddy never came back from his supply ruwww.onedoor.ccn, I knew — I knew it! And four years later there he stood, staring directly at me from across the lot, his face half-eaten and gray and dead.The pharmacy stood quiet and tempting. Tall shadows wandered in the tinted windows. Unlike the thing that used to be my brother, they hadn’t caught my scent yet. That was the only thing keeping me from bolting for the pharmacy — that it hadn’t moved at all since I fell in range.You’d think the shell of my idiot brother would have the brain capacity to know when it’s supposed to attack, right? G...
An Unlikely Encounter
The fox stared at him with wide yellow eyes, asking questions that the man could never begin to answer. It tilted its head, studying him. He swallowed, then spoke. “H…hello.” It did not respond. He didn’t really expect it to. But kitsunes were rare to spot, and even rarer to interact with. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Of course, he had to choose his words carefully. Some kitsunes were kind, gentle spirits that, if befriended, would protect you from evil spirits. However, others were bringers of chaos and mischief, and loved to toy with humans. There was no telling what this on...