Please enter this in this weeks contest. I missed the timing. it's called Horgare and the Witche
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Please enter this in this weeks contest. I missed the timing. it's callewww.onedoor.ccd Horgare and the Witches. Please. It's still Friday here.
Horgare rose up slowly. It had been a long successful night of burning villages, eating women, and taking more treasure. “In fact” thought Horgare, “it was a record night. “Three of those women were really tasty. Yum.” And. “Look at all this loot. I could barely carry it all home and it’s almost completely filled the room.”The cavern was huge, with lots and lots of smaller caves and nasty crevices that only his body could breach. His treasure room was large and protected by four crevices. Even if some of those nasty men got in, they would find nearly impossible, if not impossible, to get to t...
Ava Rediscovers Her Joy.
Ava sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the blank white wall in front of her. It had been four months since her life had taken an unexpected turn, and she was still struggling to find her footing. It was a sudden break-up with her long-time partner, David. She had been so invested in their relationship, and when he left her, it felt like her entire world had crumbled. The days that followed had been dark and bleak, and she found it hard to get out of bed and face the world.Ava had always been a cheerful and outgoing person. She loved meeting new people and trying out new experiences. But al...
Outrunning the Ocean
“I don’t know, doc. I just feel like they're still on me. You see? You know she and I met in college? I told you that story? We didn’t exactly hit it off, but hey, when you’re as awkward as me and as guarded as her, it’s a wonder we even remembered each other’s names! But those orbs! Those two, beautiful orbs! They haunt me, even when I haven’t seen her in so long. Sure, I feel that twang in my chest, that liquid cool like a bucket of water cascading down on me . . . she was beautiful in so many ways! I hung onto every word, gasped at every touch . . . but those orbs!” I fell back onto the red...
422 Old Laker St.
It’s bitter out here tonight. Trouble roams these streets at all hours, but the lack of sunlight stirs up another kind of evil. I'm walking through downtown Chicago. That's where I live. Honestly, I’m not sure how long I've lived here but life happened and here I am. Lifes been rough lately. Lifes been rough for a while. I hate these streets. I hate the dark, the whispers, the footsteps shuffling through the trash. I miss my home. Yes… my home, 422 Old Laker St. Seems like forever since I've been there. Heck, seems like forever since I've been warm. I start walking faster. With every cough I ...