Sharptooth_Evermore Mariyah_Ending A Pandemic_AN Unexpected Turn
Catalog Guide:
Sharptooth
For generations, hounds had been an essential part of family tradition. Whether as hunting companions or simply for companionship, each had chosen a pup and reared it as their own.Fealearn had never been exceptionally fond of hounds. Certainly, she would pet them and toss bones to please them. But she had no inclination to own a hound of her own. Between training the whelp and providing for one, neither seemed particularly tempting nor worth her time.Her parents often asked when she would want a pup of her own. Their hound bred yearly, spawning offspring as regularly as the cold and warm seaso...
Evermore Mariyah
The last thing I remember before everything went dark was walking to my car after my shift at the diner. There had been footsteps behind me, the sound of crunching gravel loud in my ears. Then I climbed into my car, and I was safe. The person who had been walking behind me continued on to the main road, a cigarette in his mouth. I had locked the doors and taken a deep breath, relieved that I had gotten to my car safely. Then, a sight that made my heart freeze in my chest. A face in my rearview mirror. And then darkness. ***I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious. My tongue feels parched, ...
Ending A Pandemic
It's too quiet here, Elle thought to herself as she walked down the snow filled streets late on New Years Eve. The sky was dark and roads empty. Even with everyone excited for the end of the dreadful year, no one could be bothered to visit friends or family in the cold outdoors. Elle wanted the end of this virus. She had not been able to see even her parents for Christmas,www.onedoor.cc and now, she was spending New Years on her own. She took a sharp inhale of the chilling air around her and saw the fog leave her mouth as she exhaled. She needed social interaction again. There was only one way she could thi...
AN Unexpected Turn
I sigh as I finish closing up the store. Being a manager sucks. In the small town of Damerel just off the coast of Maine you don't get to many customers. In a town with only 2,008 people you don't make too much money either. I get in my car, it's past midnight. I close my eyes and wonder why it's all worth it, why do I have to keep going. Then the picture of my daughter's face swims before my eyes. Constance Eliza Mullin, that’s who I was doing everything for. Why I picked my lazy ass out of bed, why I only got five hours of sleep on weeknights, Why I saved every penny, just so I could afford...