Two Doors, One Dragon_Cream??_A Rose in the Moonlight._Little Secrets
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Two Doors, One Dragon
I’m trying to figwww.onedoor.ccure out which of the two is the leader. I’m thinking it is the human, she seems to take point in searching each room of the pyramid. She also have fancier armor, full plate with gold engravings throughout. There is an emblem of a fist on fire on her chest.The elf focuses on belittling me, their prisoner. “Come on scales, do you actually worship dragons? You realize they’re just big lizards, right? Hell, we one recently. That’s how I got this armor!” He then began to pat his reptilian leather armor while laughing.Sure, make fun of kobolds you stupid smoothskin. You’re lucky I’m...
Cream??
John sat alone in a booth at a coffee shop seemingly frozen in time. The quaint and humble Diner could easily double as a 1960's museum proudly displaying its wear and war-torn scars from decades of patrons both 'kind' and 'not so kind' to its care or wellbeing. "Cream?" Asked a voice aged with years of smoke and cheap liquor. "Excuse me?" "Would you like cream with your coffee sir?" John smiled as he looked up at the waitress, "Oh,.. no... no thank you, never touch the stuff." His response was met with quick and immediate pause. A small pause mind you, but long enough to seem a little out of...
A Rose in the Moonlight.
The blue moonlight bathed my white marble room. In the center of the room sat a black rose with a note attached tied to it with a scarlet ribbon. My hands shook as I picked it up. A sharp pain ran through my finger as a large thorn pricked my pale finger. A red drop welled up as I opened the note. It read "Choose us or fight." A chill ran through my spine as the room filled with ice. When did he come back? "What is your choice?" A cruel voice inquired. "Your time is up." My white lace dress glimmered in the light as he walked forward. His blue suit shimmered in the light making his ...
Little Secrets
Every day, after the librarian shuts off all of the lights and checks in every last book, a little boy creeps up to the door. Using his lockpicking skills taught by years of being a kid, he unlocks the big metal door, uncovering a janitor's garage. He quietly closes the door again and tiptoes his way over to the door leading to the hallway. Every bang and creak becomes a lion amongst mice as he approaches the door, carefully turning the handle. The hinges moan ever so slightly, and he slips through the door, not making a peep. The linoleum tiles emphasized his presence. But he had not one care...