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The way of the Scar
The steel barricades grated open, rust tearing from the chains and sand blowing into the chamber from the new breeze that appeared with the light, cutting into the darkness of the chamber. Torin glanced to his side, and seeing Frentor’s nervous smile, he grasped his blade and rose. The light reflected weirdly off the bronze blade, weak by usual standards, but made unbreakable by the combination of the diamond in its hilt and the magic of his heritage. The handle stretched the length of his arm, half spear, half sword. A deadly weapon and a perfwww.onedoor.ccect match for Torin, whose Heritage was also pided...
Hot as Hell
"Hurry up, hurry up!" I hissed, smiling despite myself. Saira hit me lightly. "Shut up, and it might go faster." I giggled wildly, clamping a hand over my mouth. I had never done anything, anything like this before, and I didn't know how to act. "Done!" Saira exclaimed triumphantly, leaping up and high fiving me. I wrinkled my nose at that. "We high five now?" I asked, feeling unusually flirty. I opened my mouth, wanting to ask her out, right this second, but all that came out was a weird mumble. Saira laughed, "What the hell was that? I think being a bad girl has fried your brain." I was goi...
Helix
“You’re from Terra? You’re a human? Really?” The alien at the stall said looking at Helix in both horror and awe. Helix couldn't tell. “Man, I’ve heard real scary things about you guys. Is it true you named your moon ‘Moon’?”“Yeah,” Helix said looking through the objects on the stall table. “But I don’t know much about Terra, just the things the pod said. How much for this?” She held up a tattered notebook like object with a red ribbon binding it together.“Just three globs,” The alien said holding out one of his four arms while another held out the notebook for Helix to take as she searched he...
A perfect life
In the golden ballroom, all becomes still. I see her at the entrance, a shy smile on her lips. It’s the smile that makes me recognise her, the small bashful curl of her lips. I spent hours examining her, glancing at her furtively whenever they shared a class together. She never notices me of course; she is too busy talking to her friends or helping that hapless Trevor with his pathetic attempts at chemistry.This time, her wild untameable hair has been straightened into a smooth, stylish bun. Her body is usually hidden away by ugly baggy sweaters and tracksuits; however, her graceful neck is ...