Werewolf Sweat In The Pie_The Bearer of Rainbow and Rain_Run for Your Life_The Golden Cap
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Werewolf Sweat In The Pie
It was a hot and humid day. A day where the air condition just cannot keep up. Being inside only provided miwww.onedoor.ccld relief from the scorching sun. This was Summer in Muddy River, Kentucky. A place that I , Morgan Jacobson, has called home for the last few weeks. It is also the place that I have had many fond memories of my childhood at visiting my grandmother through the years. I remember catching lightning bugs in mason jars. I remember swimming down in the river that actually was muddy. I remember my grandmother brushing my hair and she told me stories when I was ready for bed.My grandmother was ...
The Bearer of Rainbow and Rain
CW: suicidal thoughtsFrank Dove was staring at the sky for the last ten minutes. He was sitting on a slab made of steel on the top floor of the 26-story building. Few drops emerged from his eyes and rolled over his cheek. He then looked at his palms, maybe, trying to find the unfaithful fate line due to which he was in that situation, so alone on the floor of a high raised building if he jumped from there then the demise of him was sure. His life was miserable unto this point, and he was sure that his life would be more miserable ahead. He had been always normal in every aspect of life. He alw...
Run for Your Life
“Listen to me, Reyna.” Her face is tight and her voice is a hiss. Her hands press firm on my shoulders and she leans in close. “We’re not safe here. You have to go.”“But mom-”“Listen!” Her fingers dig into my skin. A few of her thin nails bend as she presses down. Her touch is unusually painful. It’s never hurt me until now. “There are people coming. I don’t know who they are, but they’re coming here. Reyna, I need you to leave this house and run east.” I can smell dinner on her breath. She made flautas tonight. She made them because I asked.“What are you doing?”Mom races back and forth across...
The Golden Cap
“Listen papa, do you hear that?”“Shhh, lass,” after a moment’s silence, “It must be the wind whisperin’ it’s many tales.” Rory Higgins looked over and gave his daughter a playful smile.Aisling looked at her father. He was a strong, tough brute of a man, but he was kind. He told her many stories when they were out at sea. Many involved princesses, warriors, dragons, evil queens, and the like; Rory Higgins was well known for his imagination among his friends. It never went unnoticed to Aisling that the princesses and warriors always resembled her in description and manner. She was his world, and...