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Singing Sands
Homicides and accidental deaths always increase in our city this time of year, as you would expect. We’rwww.onedoor.cce ten days away from voting on who has earned the most Fame over the last year, a universal vote that results in a highly exciting reshuffling of goods, housing, and families. It’s at this time those lowest in last year’s votes and those eager to flare in the memories of their neighbors are desperate for votes to improve their Status and earn them Fame. Recklessness begets murder, and accidents are the consequence of the desire to impress the fortune-favored.Our city’s quadrants encircle the...
Honeylove
Trigger Warning: LanguageDavid slipped on the latex gloves as he surveyed the stairs going down into the darkness of the basement. Although it was too early for the body to start smelling, he secured his double-layered mask before cautiously starting the descent. With each step forward, the stairs creaked eerily, filling him with dread. Usually, David loved going down the basement staircase for his daily rendezvous with his victims, who lay on the dusty wooden floor, bound and gagged and terrified, completely at his disposal to do as he pleased.Today was one of those days. The days he hated an...
Terror of Rasterflu
One- Chaos in DowntownMichael pushed aside one of the curtains and looked out into thestreet. From here, on the second story of the late George Williamson's house, you could see all of downtown by looking left, and by looking right youcould see Route 66 going out of town. Main Street was utterly deserted. Theshades of the business establishments were drawn. A sick-looking dog satin the middle of the road, head down, sides bellowsing, white foam drippingfrom its muzzle to the heat-shimmering pavement. In the gutter half a block down, another dog lay dead. The woman behind him moaned in a low, g...
Newborn
Trigger warning: This story uses strong and/or offensive language, and describes violence.“It’s impolite to talk with your mouth full. Didn’t anybody teach you that?” Erik said, smirking at his companion.Kirk was holding his meal’s elbow in one hand and their wrist in the other when he looked up. His eyes were like flames, ravenous and burning a glistening gold. His deep crimson chin filleted upwards as he smiled amusingly. “That’s a rule I left behind in a past life. But for your sake, I’ll repeat myself. What I said was, why do you always choose the same girl?”Erik’s expression turned seriou...