Lucky?_Crimson Eden_Stranded with a Stranger_Two people, an adventure and a lot of snow
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Lucky?
Katrina stared in disbelief at the bay in the moonlight. Only a few hours ago she had emerged from the sea, dripping. She remembered the feel of the hot sand under her feet as she walked from the water to Jack, who lay languidly on the beach thumbing through an old magazine.But now Lucky---and Jack---were gone. She looked to the right and just managed to catch a brief glimpse of the boat as it sailed off, motor full-throttle, heading back to Jamaica.Damn Jack! She had known she was in trouble when they had stopped in that café in Jamaica. She and Jack had been on his sailboat, Lucky, for five ...
Crimson Eden
I spot an email from a company I’ve never heard of. My curiosity gets me; I click it open. It’s an invitation for 10 people to stay one year, in a hollowdeck-type bunker, which consists of only one room. It stated $10,000 would be awarded, at the conclusion, of the program. However, leaving the programwww.onedoor.cc, at any time, before completion, even with one minute remaining, the money was forfeited.I second guessed myself, but I opt for calling the number listed. I reminded myself, of the bills that were coming due soon and the bills that were already past due. I waited patiently, until someone picked...
Stranded with a Stranger
Pain filled me as I crawled out of the salty sea water, spitting the disgusting water out. Sand was in places I would rather not mention. Did my ship just go down? Well this sucks. First thing first, I would need a shelter. These seas get pretty stormy. For hours I gathered items and made a makeshift shelter that would protect me from the elements. I paused to take a break. A soft warm breeze blew around my hourglass figure. The wet sand stuck between my toes as white foam washed up around my feet. My wet chocolate brown hair hung around my face. My white flowy dress flew up around...
Two people, an adventure and a lot of snow
An ancient, high and creepy looking castle towered over the river. Flocks of black crows flew around the sharp spire flapping their wings and croaking loudly. Black clouds completed this picture, making it even more sinister. The clouds may have been caused by the strange aura of this place, but most likely they were just precursors of the blizzard that forecasters promised tonight.Two lone figures – a man and a woman – stood in front of a massive iron door of the castle. They were a journalist and an editor of a small publication of a tiny town. That day the castle was their workplace. The y...