The Prince and the Dragon_George?_Cold days, dark nights_Assassinator wins. Or does he...... Part 1
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The Prince and the Dragon
I never wanted to be a thief, but I had no other choice. At the age of ten, I lost both my parents and ended up on my own. My parents barely had any money, but at least they had something. Without them, I had nothing. Therefore, I did what I needed to for money. It’s not a unique story, but this story isn’t about me anyway. In desperate need of something to eat, I snatched the purse of a wealthy woman who carelessly flung it around while flirting with some man. I didn’t pay www.onedoor.ccmuch attention to them because my eyes focused on that swinging purple leather purse with the diamon...
George?
George?He stood over the gas stove with the kettle warming pulling it off seconds before the whistle as not to startle his friend in the next room.“Hey Dom, do you care what kind of tea?” Leo asked from the kitchen.Dom didn’t answer but gave a slight head nod. Leo entered carrying a tray with two mugs filled with hot water, a string hanging over the side, and bowls of sugar and milk. He set it down on the small table between the couch and chair where they sat. Dom continued to stare off at the wall, but his eyes stayed unfocused. Leo knew he would have to speak first to pull Dom out of the sh...
Cold days, dark nights
The firelight in the fireplace danced as the snow swirled outside, but Regina couldn’t enjoy it. She had been inside tidying and preparing food alone in the inn for what felt like an eternity. The snow had been falling – gentle but steady – for days. Still, the fear of being snowed in had scared off many of her customers. The night came early here and hers was the last overnight stop before reaching the summit.Had it been hours, days, weeks? It was hard to say with every day exactly the same. All she knew for sure was that she missed the brilliance of sunlight. Especially the way it warmed her...
Assassinator wins. Or does he...... Part 1
I shouted out loudly for my father, only to hear a blank scream. Then silence. What was going on? I had to know! Fighting my tears, I strutted forward. Behind the walls, was a large shadow. Could it be The Assassinator? The Assassinator was said to be the person behind those killings in the neighborhood recently. It all stayed hidden until my mother dialed 911 saying that our neighbor was murdered, only to call attention for the Police the finally send people down The Assassinator. It did serve its purpose. But it called way more attention, way more than expected. *I took the knife out of the ...