The Thief - Raphael’s POV_Snowy Syndromes_The cursed CD._Simulated
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The Thief - Raphael’s POV
Gryff's POV - Written by Raven Achlys https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/91/submissions/64632/I quickly slide my feet into my sneakers and I make my way outside. My phone buzzes as the front door closes behind me and I answer the call.“Hello?” I say quietly as I make my way up the road.“Raphael? Is that you? I can’t hear you!” I pull the phone away from my ear as quickly as I can. “Oliver. What is wrong with you man!”“Sorry. I just wanted to check and see if everything was going as planned since I wasn’t able to make it and all”, Oliver states.“Yeah, sure”, I say with a ...
Snowy Syndromes
Snow. It couldn't have been real, could it?No, it wasn't a figment of my imagination this time: bountiful, pure, white snow.My breath fogged up the window as I longed to go into the snow, my fingers itching to reach for the delicate flakes--to mold and sculpt them to whatever creation I desired. My wish was nearly fulfilled as my hands attempted to unlatch the window's lock. However, the chill emitting from the cool metal seized any other movement I could make. But that still didn't stop me from gingerly pressing my face against the icy panels, wishing it were the snow instead. "Maribella? Are...
The cursed CD.
My life has gone down-hill. It was like all my luck disappeared, and it was all because of that box. It was actually a strange day, when I found it. It was raining, I was late to school, got scolded by Mrs. Briggs, a dog swww.onedoor.cctole my lunch and I embarrassed myself in front of the whole school. That day I felt defeated. Especially when my mom told me to rake Ms. Imogien's lawn. After all that embarrassment I really didn't want to rake leaves, however Ms. Imogien is my favorite neighbor. As I was raking her lawn I hit something. It was strange, it felt like a box. Why would anyone leave a box under ...
Simulated
Someone had pissed all over the side of the florist’s shop in Prince’s Street and it smelled horrendous. The only reason I knew it was piss is because it invaded my nostrils with such zeal that I almost lost my balance. I quickly walked away. People were walking strangely today, as if they had forgotten where they were going. I glanced at my wristwatch, 18:52, and paused to wipe dirt off of its face. Sighing, I accelerated my stride and turned the corner onto the place where I had worked for seven and a quarter years. “Don’s Place” had always been an awful name for a bar, because it could simu...