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Indiana? As in Jones?
“We found him unconscious under the storage unit door.”“Strange. Well, get what you can out of him and fill out an accident report,” the sergeant said. “I’m heading back to the station.”“Sergeant, he's claiming he was attacked.”“Attacked?” his right eyebrow raised. “All right, I guess it's a crime scene. Go ahead, tape it off.” “Sir, he's concussed and confused. He can't remember much and, um, uh—-.” “Spit it out, Officer.”“Um,” he smirked, “He said hiswww.onedoor.cc name is Indiana.”“As in Jones?” His brow took another step up. “Yes, I think so, sir.”“Is that him with the paramedics?”“Yes sir,” he said wit...
Cat of the Alley
Let me tell you about the cat in the alley.One day, I was walking to work eating my morning breakfast of bacon, eggs, and cheese. Seemed like a normal day when I tripped over a cat that had matted fur, scars on their head, and so thin that you can see all the bones in its body. I tear off a piece of my sandwich to feed it. Worried about its well being I go to pick the poor cat up. As I go to lift the cat it claws my arm and leaves long marks down my arms. Even though my arm was hurt I was still worried about the cat. I looked around for the cat and I see it turn a corner in the alley. I deci...
Hoarder of Hridaya
The effervescent spray of ocean sifted through the last rays of sunlight as Cintra lowered herself deeper into the Volcano of Moor. The faint zipping of the threaded rope she had spent months developing for this task echoed against the hollowed mountaintop. The darkness swallowed her as if thick wool were thrown over the sun, leaving nothing but the glowing crystals attached to her pack. She had collected them just this morning from the Field of Light.Her daughter Kali had followed just behind her, the obsidian curtain of her hair flicking at her shoulders like the angry twitch of a cat’s tai...
One Golden Spike
Carly finally graduated with her degree. She’d been a few credits shy of about 4 different majors but psychology won the lottery. Owing to a previous adventure, the twenty-four year old was also a single parent, but that had turned out fine. She’d been blessed with a kindred spirit, a mirror to her soul… 7 year old Abby. Carly and Abby were 17 years apart in age. Two optimistic children cheerily navigating a world that liked to eat dreams. Abby dreamed of becoming a ballerina. Carly dreamed of owning a horse ranch near the beach. Neither knew exactly how to get to their destinations, both ful...