Meeting Tyler_The Knight's Secret_The Inevitable Fate_Her Name is Stockholm
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Meeting Tyler
This was supposed to be the happiest days of their liveswww.onedoor.cc. After seven years of trying, the resilient couple finally accepted the fact that if they were to start the family they so longed for, the child just wouldn't be theirs. So, they picked up their pride and head down to the adoption agency determined to settle down for the rest of their lives. "Mr. and Mrs. Hudson?" The pair looked up in anticipation. "It's time for you to meet Ty." Prilla looked into her husband's eyes. "This is it Danny, this is the start of the rest of our lives." Danny chuckled. "And here I thought that was our wedding...
The Knight's Secret
Sir Jacob wasn't expecting his day to go like this. He was tasked to slay the dragon near his village by the newly crowned king. He decided to recruit his friend, Gravehaim Vunderpost. Gravehaim was trained in the magic arts, and was very gifted at magic. Sir Jacob and Gravehaim were the perfect team. Unfortunately, the battle didn't go as well as Sir Jacob had hoped. He was very bloody, but most of it was the dragon's. He had no severe injuries, thanks to his armor. He dealt the final blow, slicing into the dragon's stomach. He winced at the small cut on his face and turned around. Gravehaim'...
The Inevitable Fate
` Time is a curious thing. In certain moments, it seems to chug along like a tired student running three miles. In other moments, it seems to travel at the speed of light. Recently, I discovered that I could alter time. My ability would choose to slow down or speed up time whenever it wanted to. In the past, it had come in handy. I had encountered a pop quiz in college, and my power slowed down time, giving me the time to study the materials before taking the test. Days later, I learned that I had passed the test with flying colors. *Present time*"Hey Lauren, I'll be there in five minutes. Abo...
Her Name is Stockholm
A gentle grunt echoed in her chest. She pushed back her shaggy mane, alleviating the obstruction of her groggy gaze. The pale light of a late afternoon flooded the room from a large barred window of distorted glass. The rays waltzed as a muted spectrum across the faded oak floor. An undressed mattress, the girl atop it, lay centric in the barren studio. Her head spinning with hallucinated movement, the girl hoisted herself into a sitting position. She studied her body. The torn, dark gray sweatpants pulged their great age with faded and balling material. The men’s undershirt lost its signature...