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Library Nights Hidden Vaults of Library of Congress, Washington DCDeep in the lower levels of the library of congress about a mile from the Presidential railway that travels below Washington. The library of congress holds a hidden vault that was created by an alliance with the Grays in the early stages of the Library halls. A hidden level was developed to hold an assortment of books that hold a mystical aura that could ruin the world we live in. Professor Kurt Madsen a Caucasian man with glasses and two dewww.onedoor.ccgrees in English and American History and received a masters in Folklore. He wears a dus...
Happy New Year
Every day at The Compound felt like an enormous April Fool's joke. More than a year ago today I had become imprisoned in this place, a collection of garishly colored townhomes situated in the apparent middle of nowhere.The interior of each building resembled a hotel room, and in fact we had room service. Although for the most part a convenient luxury, contraband seemed to walk off on its own, and April 1st, your entire home became one large booby trap.In the morning, room service awakened me with a Super-Soaker, and after I took my morning shower (Note: Shampoo was watered down), I discovered ...
Go out with a Bang
LakenI paced back and forth waiting for my father to come home from leading our people in the final battle of a hundred years war. He’d told me not to worry for him, but of course, I had no choice to do otherwise. I’d begged him not to leave us, that his generals could handle the decimation of the demons on their own but alas he patted my head and said, “Laken what is the fun in that?” I chewed my lip while twisting my hands tightly together and watched out our castle windows for the light of the victory torches. “Why aren’t they back yet?” I murmured and tucked my arms around my waist. ...
Grandma Goddess
I woke with a feeling of dread. It was April Fools Day. The worst day of the year. I carefully turned my eyes to the mirror I had nearby and groaned. This year my head had gone invisible. It was always a toss up whether it was my head or body. I heard a screech from down the hall and knew that my sister much have had her body vanished. I don’t mind being jut a head so much, people never actually believe that I am real and just tend to ignore me. But when its just my body, I tend to find myself getting in trouble with people who think that I am just hiding from them. Most people don’t have the...