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Terotha
Terotha was the equivalent of finding a diamond in the middle of the woods...random,unexpected and makeswww.onedoor.cc you wonder how the hell it got there in the first place. The intergalatic planet was hardly bigger than most moons yet the docks were always jam packed with ships of various conditions and origins. Colloquiely known as the 'Hoarder's Heaven' across the 7 galaxies the tiny planet fell under intergalaxy law, meaning that the most bizzare and dangerous items across the realm...even those normally banned on most planets could most probably be sourced on Terotha. It just so happened thst Dawn's...
The Victorean Headstone
“Hey! Where are we going? Why are we entering this place?”“Umm, because…. This is a place where none would come looking for us, at least for the time being.”The sign board above read- ‘St. Claire’s Cemetery’. Anne and Viraj walked in hand in hand. They had decided to spent this night at a place of Anne’s choice.Anne met Viraj when they began their medical school. They had to work hard day and night to reach where they are today. Its this hard work which also helped them find each other.Having spent all those times studying human anatomy with cadavers, graveyard doesn’t scare them like before. ...
In Front of My Eyes
I love to look in people's windows. It was just plain curiosity that made me do it. How did people decorate their homes? What colors did they paint their walls...you know, innocent little facts that are petty and meaningless to anyone else but me. I wasn't a peeping Tom if that is what you are thinking.It all changed for me (looking in windows) two weeks ago.I was walking home from work and found myself on K street, in Washington DC. The block was filled with obscure homes, some as old as 100 years. Most of the window were protected by metal bars, to keep their residents safe. But there ...
The Market
They have me strapped in, but this car is weird. Imagine a car where my back is parallel to the ground, but I’ve seen and been through lots of stuff and this car can’t be worse than the last car, can it? The last car had me in a small cage under Daddy’s seat. Daddy’s not here this time, which is unusual. He’s always here, unless this is a kennel, but kennels have other dogs. Then, I hear someone speaking in English (I don’t know Italian): “All systems clear for take off?” And another voice saying, “Roger that.” “All systems are a go?” “Roger. 10-4、” And ...