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The Wailing Corpses
Thesseley ran towards her master's chambers. She passed nervous cooks and other maids on the way. She went up the three flights of stairs to the chambers.She knocked three times on the door and waited. Her master eventually called her in. He sat on his bed, his head bent. He still wore his nightly clothes, even in the late afternoon.He coughed a few times and took a sip of his tea. He waved towards Theseley and beckoned her. She walked towards him, her skirt trailing on the floor.She knelt beside him and put a hand to his forehead. It was burning. He continued coughing. She encouraged him to s...
Twelve Months In A Year
MaySlamming the door to the bunker shut Viggo scrambled to lock it. Hearing the beasts that were chasing him clawing at the door he backed away. Seeing a small bed the boy limped over and collapsed into a fitful sleep. Upon waking he could hear the animals growling outside the door. Looking at the vault-like door he figures it should hold. Now curious about what kind of things were in the bunker he started to examine the room. ¨Just the right amount of food and water for 11 months if I do it right¨ Viggo thought. Sitting down on the concrete floor he sighed hearing the barbaric creatures growl...
Bullets Formed from Tears
The cries of people meeting their deaths are everywhere. Seth hears it no matter which way he turns. Smoke is thick in the air, the rubble of old buildings and bullet shells littering the ground. It’s pure and utter chaos, screaming and fighting and shooting and death. The city of Perlshaw has turned into a bloodbath. It wasn’t always like this. The city didn’t use to be a symbol of tears and tombstones, but now, that’s exactly what it is. A graveyard. Seth trips over his black, chunky combat boots. Sure, sometimes they make him a little less agile, and so what if they're pretty stereotypical...
An uncontrollable anger never seen, The talking drawing.
An uncontrollable anger never seen: Once upon a time there was a young prince who had a secret that he himself did not know: when he was a baby, he had been bewitched by an ancient enemy of the kingdom. It was a very strange spell, for its only effect was that it angered the prince every time he heard a secret word. But that word was so normal, and it was so well chosen, that there was always someone who said it. So the prince grew up with a reputation for getting angry very easily, without anyone suspecting anything. The bad thing is that, as he www.onedoor.cchappens to everyone, when he got angry he ended...