Fugazi_Hoddington House_The Spring of the First Roo_The Last Hussar
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Fugazi
Mystic Mordo’s is a local psychic shop tucked in between a nail salon and a shawarma shop. Most of the customers immediately notice the sharp contrast of acetone and roasted meat as they make their way through a doorway comprised of strands of glass beads that clank together announcing their arrival. The customer is met by a woman named Veruca. Her real name is Gina but she thought it sounded more Slavic and she loves the character in Roald Dahl’s book. She leads them through a small waiting room which is adorned with various items such as a fake shrunken head in a small glass case, various ta...
Hoddington House
He sits at an oak stained desk in the dimly lit library tracing the contours of the wood patterns with an antique letter opener. He yawns, stretching his aching shoulders and stares solemnly around the room. The soft dink of a fly caught between the lamps lightbulb and its shade is the only sound that can be heard. On the overread crumpled piece of paper in front of him are five words, Today’s the day I change. He yawns again and stands, surveying the hovel that has been his home for the last four hours. Opened books are scattered everywhere, from the arm of the ornate Chesterfield to the Pers...
The Spring of the First Roo
The slip of the door is the signal, that's when she opens her eyes. The others have been up for a while now so it's not like she hasn't been awake, she just hasn't indicated so. No movement, no looking about. As still as if she was sleeping through www.onedoor.ccit all. Not until she hears the others rustle through the door does she blink and look around. She'll be the last one out, like always, no need to rush into the day. Lucy jumps down from her roost, the corner topmost spot, and stops by the waterer for a drink. She stretches her wings back and then forward while trying to balance on the opposite foo...
The Last Hussar
A new day dawned on the wastelands of Europe, bringing with it increased radiation levels as the rising sun heated up the parched ground, and unhindered summer winds blew radioactive dust through open windows, doors, and bombed out walls that once sheltered their evacuated custodians from the elements outside.Hugo Borscht, a reluctant denizen of the night, sealed the doors and windows of one of the remaining liveable apartments located on the outskirts of Kyiv. Seven floors up, each stairwell was protected from unwanted intruders and scavengers by several rows of sharp barbed wiring intended t...