Dark Chains_The Visitor in Stathmore Town_One Choice_Wandering In Carnage...
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Dark Chains
I blink the bright light out of my eyes. I sigh; I bring my hand up to shield my face, squinting as I sit up on my elbows. A comforting summer breeze rolls through the meadow, making the long grass around me bend gracefully under the gentle movement.“Roxanne!” a feminine voice calls from a distance behind me. “Roxanne, where are you? You’re supposed to be at work!”I quickly pop up from the grass, turning towards the voice. I’m careful not to be seen by Mom, though, hiding as best as I can.The last thing I want is to go back to that dump that Mom calls a jackpot, since I come home with full poc...
The Visitor in Stathmore Town
The sound of footsteps reverberated in the air. Whispers echoed in the area as the villagers gossiped around. Who is he? What is that? Why did he come to our town? The stranger pays no heed to their stares. He continues walking, his golden eyes staring straight ahead as if he cannot see everyone else. He has a large scar cutting across his right eyebrow and down his cheek. A little bit of stubble is on his chin, making his old face look even older. The wind teases him, gently sweeping his blue hair out of place.The people gaze at the items he is carrying. Why is he carrying a frying pan in his...
One Choice
Warning: Sorta suicidal thoughts, death, murderIt wasn’t my fault. And yet, here I was anyway. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? I honestly didn’t know anymore. I stopped counting after a week. I stared at the wall. White, like everything else in this infernal place. Even the food was white. I guess it was supposed to make the prisoners go so crazy they didn’t try anything bad. But, they already assumed I was crazy, so I guess it didn't really matter to them. Of course I wasn’t. I had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Again. My entire life, that had been my story. 6 years old,...
Wandering In Carnage...
Cotton candy and buttery oozing popcorn invaded the nostrils of Garrett Thompson. The sounds of giggling children alongside the whirring and buzzing of hundreds of machines and rides littering all around him sent rumbling through his ears. For once, the sounds of the carnival were louder than the throbbing of his heart in his ears. He wiped the sweat from his forehead then took a deep breath. In and out...just like Master Jai taught him. The immortal swordsman knew more about meditation and breathing techniques than letting the mind panic under pressure, and Garrett was under a lot of pressure...