The Den._TRUTH IS IN BLOOD_Énouement_The Graffiti Vandal
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The Den.
Jack and Daniel ran to the Woods behind Daniel`s house along the well-trodden path between the whispering trees that led to their favorite place, their den. Their feet crunched and cracked the lifeless branches which punctuated the silence then crumbled beneath him. The sky vanished completely underneath the rich overhanging canopy of the interwoven branches. The occasional scrabble of insects burrowing beneath the leafy carpet of tangled vegetation contrasted with the stillness of the woods.The den came into view, Daniel`s dad had helped him make it out of recycled wood. Daniel`s mum had give...
TRUTH IS IN BLOOD
TRUTH IS IN BLOODIt had the appearance of a small temple, or rather a small chapel, surmounted as it was by a dome that resembled those of Palladio. The small chapel had been built by willing people of the town, with the collaboration of willing people of the nearby towns ( villages). Even from the beginning it was known it had been a place of prophecy , of predictions, that is , a kind of meeting place or club where people would go to ask about their future, yes, to have prophecies , or anticipations of what would happen to them in the future, at first the small blessed, if not sacred smal...
Énouement
'Good morning Ms Miela!' announced a high-pitch cheerful voice. I opened my eyes and the world was still a blur. I still felt lethargic and I could doze off again if i stayed in my bed. My warm, cosy cotton comforter wrapped around me making me feel like a child again. I glanced at my bedside clock, 7、30 A.M in red lights glaring at me. 'Good morning Hadie' I responded sheepishly to Hadie, the lady that has been catering to my needs for the past following months. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and took a second to evaluate myself. I have aged significantly throughout the years. ...
The Graffiti Vandal
The sound of the spray can was the only noise that could be heard in the posh downtown retail district. A vandal had already tagged almost all of the building fronts on the one hundred block of West Main Street. They finished painting and tossed the empty can aside, intentionally leaving it for the police. The vandal then pulled out a hammer from under their black overcoat and when they were done the windows of the elite bridal shop on the corner were smashed to bits and glass shards were scattered on the street, the sidewalk, and inside the shop. The alarm blared with the first strike of th...