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Obsidian Plague
Obsidian PlagueZoe Burgess’s phone buzzed in her pocket, distracting her from the tour guide’s speech. She stopped to open the Snapchat she’d received and quickly snapped a selfie to send back. Lost in her own internal world momentarily, her friends and the rest of the group continued on their tour of the ruins, sliwww.onedoor.ccpping out of sight around a bend. Zoe jogged to catch up with everyone, but stopped again, a glint of black catching her eye.She bent down to uncover the shiny object from the dirt and picked it up. It looked almost like a piece of glass, shiny and reflective, but a deep black color...
Reports and thoughts on Jane Shirley Mary
Reports and thoughts on Jane Shirley MaryJane Shirley Mary was quite a character indeed. This woman was somewhat of a legend in the small town she occupies. Some called her a free spirit, some called her impulsive.At the start of her day, she gets up and chooses her outfit depending on her mood which is pretty tame and normal.Then she will decide to whether to go to her work or skip it altogether. She was smart enough to pull this trick about once every two years so her boss believed her. He was not much of a boss really, she seemed to have the air of bossing everyone instead.Anyway, note: Jan...
Whether to free an ape
Men are like apes; yes, they love to explore, play and have fun and fight and yet so hard to make up their minds, which is indeed true.I had a friend Emily who saw a boy named Jack last fall, and their story started just like, how many, movies would write their scenes. The female character was naive and innocent, and he was a handsome dude living in the suburbs, and to my wildest surprise, they met ...strange, right? They did... Let's find out how?Emily was the urban Girl looking for some love, sex, and some fun. Even though, she is highly ambitious when it comes to fulfilling her career goals...
Mr. Branderschmidt's Basement
Peter stood at the window and watched his dad’s silver Honda drive out of the cul-de-sac. His hand clenched the top loop of his backpack, heavy with books and homework. A finger tapped his shoulder, making Peter jump. Looming over him was the gaunt face of his caretaker for the day. Mr. Branderschmidt, the mysterious old man who lived across the street and wore a trench coat and a constant sneer. His skin was too tight over his bones, making him look like a freeze-dried skeleton with pale green eyes. And he was charged with keeping watch over Peter for the next four hours. His bushy dark gray...