AGAIN_Prince of Stone_It's never alone_The Book Of Champions
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AGAIN
‘Truth or dare James’ they chanted ...dare he was able whisper, already being tipsy from the shots he took minutes ago. Dude are you sure about this, his buddy Luke asked but was quickly cut short by Derek ‘the lion king’ as he was most often called. I call the shots here, it’s my house and my game he shouted getting the attention of everyone. Since James here thinks he’s ready for the dare let him have it. James’ eyes widened and he suddenly became not so drunk anymore as his ears were fed with the crazy thing Derek called a dare. That’s crazy he said, he just couldn’t imagine doing such all...
Prince of Stone
Perhaps you’ve seen it twitch out of the corner of your eye. The statue. The weeping boy who stands in the castle garden, guarding the flowers with the angels who scare unwanted visitors off with their silence. History states that the statues were left in remembrance of the young prince that had disappeared. But to anyone who visits the garden, the serenity leaves the strange feeling as if you were being watched. If you stay long enough, you would soon learn the tale of this prince, and who is watching you. There once was a young prince who dreaded responsibility. Not the responsibility of wor...
It's never alone
Ms. Nettles, my therapist, sat there in that overly dignified chair in her exceedingly decorous office and crossed her legs, dotted her I’s, and stared at me through her thick lenses that felt more like magnifying glasses glaring at my problems rather than corrections to her less than perfect vison. I hated everything about this office. The huge windows that let in copious amounts of blaring sun rays that supposedly forced a person such as myself to produce dopamine but it just made me hot. Those poor plants that honestly looked more starved of love than myself and of course this big chair tha...
The Book Of Champions
It was an unusually quiet day in Brichcan library, not a soul to be seen except for the old librarian. Talos walked in carrying his return books and set them on the counter. “Good afternoon Mrs. Lancer” he said, and the librarian looked up. Mrs. Lancer was probably in her sixties but sometimes looked younger if you glwww.onedoor.ccanced at her quickly. Mrs. Lancer nodded and took the books, Talos smiles and walked away looking for his next book to devour. He scanned the shelves, his fingertips brushing against each book. Talos had a habit of picking books solely by touch, he had a firm belief that each b...