Boarding School_You've Got Red On You_Blackening_Tēomeh
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Boarding School
Today is no ordinary day, but a day I was sent to a boarding school, far away from where I was born and raised. At this young age, I was scared, and I missed my parents. I missed the girly barbies, I missed Lucy, my lovely Shepperd dog, I missed my nanny, my childhood friends, my favourite piano, violin, and my ukulele. I missed the wonderful kitchen where there are so many food I could eat, I miss the mango tree in the front yard of my house where I can taste the most juicy mangos. All of a sudden, I was sent to this institution, where all the horrible things seem to about to happen. I went...
You've Got Red On You
“I got nothing.”“Yeah, but that’s always…” started Lando.“Not this time, buddy,” Single was shaking his head gravely, “not this time.”“OK, but there’s the…” began Lando.Single shook his head again.“Really?!” blurted Lando.“Really,” confirmed Single.“But Roy is down there on his own!” gasped Lando.Single frowned, “I know.”“But without the mysterious and unknowable force of the power, that we all knowwww.onedoor.cc drive the contrived plot…” Lando trailed off. He didn’t need Single to butt in this time.“He will have his ass handed to him in a rusty can,” Single concluded Lando’s train of thought.“No,” disagre...
Blackening
“Dad! You’re not looking!” “What? Oh.” Mikha raised his head, blinking wildly. He sighed shakily, rubbing the nightmares from his eyes. The red and green feathers tied around his wrist tickled his chin. “Watch,” Diego ordered. He raised his arms, planting one foot before the other. With a sharp whoop, he launched into a cartwheel, rolling over the shrine-house’s front yard. “Me! Me!” Baby Moses waddled out of the shade, reaching for his big brother. His thick fingers flexed like crab claws. “Nope, not you.” Mikha’s brother Sigma scooped him into his corpse-pale arms. “As long as I’m here, I h...
Tēomeh
CW: Gore The gods demanded sacrifice, and the Aztecs could not dare to disappoint them.Mecatyl prodded his captive up the temple steps. He pushed the blunt end of his bladed club against the man’s back, tripping him on the stone as they approached the apex. The high priest awaited at the top with an obsidian dagger in hand. The verdant green feathers of his headdress shook as winds gusted by.Torches crackled in their posts, the warm light glowing in the eyes of the people who watched the ceremony from below. Mecatyl laid the wounded captive on the bloodstained table, then moved to hold down ...