The Doorknob Rock_The Labyrinth_An Empty Hoard_Detour in Texas Hitchhiker
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The Doorknob Rock
“Why’re you crying?”I tried to keep my voice level and free of annoyance as I watched Theo sift through the rocks in the stream, sniffling and wiping his nose on the hem of his jacket. You could line his pockets with Kleenex boxes and he’d still wipe his snot-riddled nose on his dirty green jacket sleeve. “B-b-because they threw it in here!” His voice wobbled in his high-pitched squeak. He didn’t meet my eye, but kept shuffling the rocks frantically in the clear stream bed. I sighed. “Who threw what in there?” “Who else, sissy? Those kids at the bus stop thew my doorknob rock in here and now I...
The Labyrinth
I think my biggest fear of all is that I’ll never be remembered because in the end, what could I ever do that will make me be remembered forever.This world I live in isn’t like yours. Surewww.onedoor.cc everything on Earth is the same to some extent, but last time I checked, your world didn’t have people jumping through portals entering ancient, magical labyrinths. A long, long, long time ago... a gate opened inside our world. At the time, no one understood what the thing even was. One day, a scientist documented all his findings in a file sent back to this side of the gate. He shared the sights of a maze,...
An Empty Hoard
“Not enough. Still too much, open space. Never enough. There needs to be more,” Grimswaborg muttered distractedly as he tore open yet another adventurers void space, the meagre contents spilling dejectedly in the gaping chasm that yawned menacingly a bare twelve hundred feet away from where he stood now. “Their fault, not mine. If they really cared about all those villagers, they would be helping me. Not posting their hurtfully inaccurate notices and arming their sons and daughters with pitchforks and rusty pot lids.” Something ticked at his senses as he spoke out loud, causing him to advance,...
Detour in Texas Hitchhiker
Charlie“Oh, for crying out loud, Charlie!” she berated herself as she steered the old Harley off the side of the road. “You couldn’t possibly have chosen a worse vague-out moment!” To backtrack or take the scenic route for a bit, she thought, tugging the map from her pocket. She didn’t know why, but something deep within Charlie’s soul urged her to keep going forward. She looked at the map again, thinking aloud, “Pretty straightforward, woman; you’re now on Highway 287, so take it to Claude, turn left on 207, and follow it back to I-40!” She squinted at the map, noting the only intersection be...