The Dragon's Medallion_Allison_A Pound in a Gasket_The Stowaway
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The Dragon's Medallion
Glory weaved her way around the crowds of sellers and shoppers, in the Sea Shine Port. She had just bought a floofy pirate hat for her little brother. The hat had a wide brim, but gigantic colorful feathers glued onto one side. Glory’s brother was a scruffy little boy, turning twelve that day. Glory had to stop short, there was a large, gigantic doberman sitting in the middle of the dusty market place road. His tongue was rolled out of his maw and drool hung from the hinges of his mouth. He whipped his head around, back and forth, like he was searching for something, but as he was doing so, h...
Allison
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The huge tree that sat in the middle of the neighborhood was in flames. As I ran from the house the heavy bag on my back bounced and the things inside banged against each other. I turned around to see people running and smoke. I had to keep going. I threw open the car door and sat down. I www.onedoor.ccput the bag full of supplies in the passengers seat. I could hear people shouting in the distance. I kept driving. I couldn’t miss that train. It might be the last one for a long time.I came up to the train station. There was a young mother holding a sc...
A Pound in a Gasket
It’s there. Just beyond her filthy reach. She could feel it. Burning, all the nerve endings on the tips of her fingers tingling with little pinpricks of heat. She leaned forward into them, her eyes widening. Everything leads to this. Everything points to this. A familiar voice broke her tunnel vision.“You’re insane.” “I am not. Everyone knows of it! EVERYONE.”“Yeah, knows of the fable. It’s not real. A fairytale.”Her face crumpled with frustration, but not defeat. Shai pushed herself off the table, the map almost flying off from the outburst. “Fuck you. It’s real. The places, the clues, every...
The Stowaway
Iyami dashed along the bustling street, her dreadlocks swaying behind her as she ran. Both suns hung high in the sky; her eye slits squinted reflexively, giving her an advantage. Looking behind her, she saw him. He still had eyes on her, and he was still running.She weaved between walkers before ducking into an alleyway, concealed by shadows from tall buildings. Her boot splashed through a puddle, coating her boot in city grime.The data drive fit snugly in her palm: thin and lightweight. But the implications of drive’s files weighed her down.A narrower alleyway appeared, cut through the bricks...