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BOOGEYMEN, COME TO ORDER
Susie found herself lagging behind her parents at the second national park they’d visited in a week. She never slept well in strange beds and her feet were dragging. The endless drone of the tour guide leading the group wasn’t helping. She felt as though all she wanted was to curl up on one of the wooden benches they passed occasionally and sleep the rest of the day.“Catch up, Susie!” Her mother beckoned her with a firm tone and gesture.As her mother turned her attention back to the painfully cheerful guide lady, Susie caught a blurry movement out of thewww.onedoor.cc corner of her eye.She allowed the other...
A way out
I’m so unbelievably fucked!I looked around in hopes of finding an out but there was none. Under other circumstances, I would have been in awe of the scenery around me. The landscape that stretched in every direction was covered in yellowish wildflowers which emitted a slightly sweet smell. Lazy bees were circling them slowly, clearly not too keen on working hard when there was such an abundance of supplies. A little further down the road, one could spot some short desert-looking trees which are so common in Southern California (or SoCal as we, the locals, call it). If you continue to follow th...
My New Friend Is A Dragon
There once was a small and humble village located on the far corners of the world in the land of Navenon. It was a quaint little place, unlike the large and thriving city that lay just passed two mountains, a great lake, and a rolling hill. They were hunter-gatherers. They fought with swords and shields. They hunted with bows and arrows. They drank mead for thirst and ate boar for appetite. Though the village was poor, they have still been a well-established community for the last fifty years.For the last ten years, the village has been able to go about its daily life without fear. That’s bec...
Planet 6768B
NOTE: Cursing is present. “Commence landing operations…” The intercom sounded in a distinctly female voice as the spacecraft shook in an attempt to land upright. “Extending front and back legs… Twenty meters from surface contact…” It sounded, once more. “Fifteen meters… Ten meters… Five meters…” Then, after a sudden rush of turbulence, the spacecraft made contact with alien soil. “Commander Chase, the spacecraft has landed.” The intercom finally finished, playing an albeit brief but deafening alarm afterward. Quickly, I jolted awake and slammed the button for the alarm to cease. Even after num...