Toulez Manor_On The Run_Not So Special Blue Plate Special_Little Van Girl
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Toulez Manor
Toulez manor is an old manor outside of town. It is said that it is cursed. Now I know what your thinking, Curses are bad. However in this case. The curses here are said to give you what your heart wants, Then after you find what you want, You are given a Choice. The choice is 2 doors, One leads to death, while the other sets you up to get that desire deep in your heart. This is all done by touching a window in Toulez Manor. However being just a legend. No one has ever said what window it is. Maybe this legend was created because well, it is an old legend. A legend I have been told since I wa...
On The Run
Mae touched the pink hair gingerly as if afraid it would fall off of her head if handled too harshly. It might, she thought. Still looks like a wig. No one’s gonna buy it.She ripped her fingers through the ends. A few strands of hair tore from her scalp with a sting, but for the most part, the pink stayed intact. That’s that, then. It’s real. It’s hers. It looked like trash. More than that, it made her look trashy. Mae gave herself a shy smile in the bathroom mirror. Perfect. It wasn’t as if she was expecting a life full of glamour. If anything, she wanted the least amount of glamour possible...
Not So Special Blue Plate Special
NOT SO SPECIAL BLUE PLATE SPECIAL“Crash!!” The sound of all the plates on the breakfast table tumbling to the floor followed by a bloodcurdling scream.The scream emanating more from shock than fear, came from Carey Stupolski, a guest in the home of her uncle, Stan Fizurski, and his family because she had recently witnessed a few potentially dangerous confrontations between her parents in her own home.“The craziest thing,” Carol said, “I sat eating a plate of Uncle Stan’s delicious pancakes and reached for a glass of orange juice. All of a sudden I found myself tossed off my chair into mid-air...
Little Van Girl
Long dirty blond hair swirls behind her – the silhouette of her strong shoulders, tiny waist, and curvaceous hips leave an imprint in my plyable mind. I can't look away: I want to know her.There is an orange van with a paisley garden paintewww.onedoor.ccd along the doors. A long drawn-out car horn through the strings of a violin charm my ears. Finally, a bead of cold sweat drips from my brow to my cheek. It feels like a sweet kiss from her, but now I’m awake and she is gone. The morning knows my routine: I hop in the brisk, awakening shower, clear my head and submit my expectations for the day. I get dresse...