Consequence, at The Well_The Conscript Climb_Through Different Lenses_Yela and Hunch
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Consequence, at The Well
CW: Casual/Thinly Veiled Bigotry“You wanna do something fun?” Duke dipped his head low, pulling down the brim of his hat to conceal his eyes a little more. Tiny beads of sweat dripped down the side of his face and along his chiselled jaw as he spoke, dampening the bandana around his neck. It was hot as the third layer of hell out here, even this late at night. Just how he liked it.“You gonna stick around when it ain’t?” Replied Travers sincerely, as he had done a hundred times before. The age difference between him and Duke was enough that both men knew, Travers needed the older bandit just as...
The Conscript Climb
“Quiet yourself, tanner-boy.”Jensen froze at the harsh whisper. He craned his neck high, his eyes straining to see through the the fierce sun. sand and dust kicked up by the motions of the hunting party obscured his surroundings, burning his eyes, reducing the world above his head to a hazy burn of blurring images. Vague shapes clambered above him, heavy armoured shapes that moved across the shifting cliff face with feline ease. Jensen cursed under his breath, squeezing his eyes hard against the growing ache blossoming across his arms. Something small and hard grasped his shoulder. Jensen t...
Through Different Lenses
Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I were someone else; my mailman, my teacher, my best friend. Mostly I think about it when I’m in bed or when class is boring. My friends call me their resident therapist. I always listen to their problems, so I have a pretty good idea of how other people think. Honestly, we all think alike. Did people think that was stupid? I wonder if she likes my dress. Does he like me? We care how people think of us, so much so that we never realize everyone just cares about themselves and their worries. ---I wake up to the obnoxious beeping of mwww.onedoor.ccy phone....
Yela and Hunch
“Yela?” A woman in black business slacks and teal silk top looked at me.“Yes?”“You can follow me.” So I did. We left the testing room of plain walls and hard chairs. As she introduced herself as a nameless director, she led me through wandering hallways. We had been walking through this maze for ten minutes, when we arrived at two wooden doors and she said, “Welcome to the Gut Camp!” I followed her past the gates four times my height and was greeted with a garden of trees, flowers, rocks, birds, butterflies, and ponds. Somehow when the doors shut behind me, all other noises disappeared. I only...