Ride the lightning_The Bonfire_Long Rites of Day_The Tour
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Ride the lightning
The wind whipped my shoulder length ebony hair into my eyes. The rain pelted my skin, stinging my face. Thunder boomed and lightning struck all around me. Smoke kicked up under my feet with every step I took. Sweat poured down my face mixing with the rain. My fingers are bloody and burned as I cling to the jagged rocks on fire, clawing my way painfully to my destiny. I've come too far to let it end with me falling down this cliff, risked too much. An eerie whistle on the wind makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He's coming. I crawl faster no longer caring about the pain coursin...
The Bonfire
It’s ugly, the way these searing tendrils of heat claw up my arms, over my face, across the brittle surface of my hands—which are clenched into fists. I can feel it scratching my eyelids. My nostrils. My gums. Tearing through parts of my body I usually think about so little that I don’t even realise I’m not thinking about them.But this searing heat isn’t even the worst part. It’s the smoke that gets you. That’s what the firefighters said when they came to my school back in the day. Stay low, stay low. Breathe through a wet sock. I can see why. Every breath I’m breathing in pins and needles, te...
Long Rites of Day
The gorge's name was Tybus. A crooked lesion of sun bleached sandstone and exposed shale, marked by the passage of a dead river bed. Yellow sunlight swallowed the gorge in its predatory immensity, locked leech-like upon the crooked stone like some eternal unavoidable predator, weathering the fissured rise of rock on either side. A fitty place for endings.Valen suppressed a shudder at the sight, closing his eyes to the oppressive sunlight glaring all around him. He breathed deep, feeling the bruised swell of his chest, the savage ache of the wound along his thigh. The moisture mask which cro...
The Tour
Welcome, welcome! Hope you've been enjoying your New York tour. I'm sure everything’s been great so far, but in the words of Al Jolson, "You ain't heard nothing yet!"Join me as we take a bite out of this big old apple by exwww.onedoor.ccamining one of its hallmarks, the Empire State bldg. I know, it's not the tallest in town anymore. But since it opened in 1931, the Empire State Building has remained a beloved New York City landmark. And it's a favorite setting for storytellers. Why, this Art Deco skyscraper is a symbol of romance, danger, and the city that never sleeps!Now, this tour will be different. Rat...