The Escalator_The Red Feast_What Bind Us_Arc
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The Escalator
Not many people would suspect that a young mother could, or would, accidentally commit a murder. Even fewer people would suspect a four-year-old boy of the same thing. And no one would suspect that either one would have done it on purpose.The mall was crowded that day, a Friday, as shoppers weaved in and out of stores, traffic piling up in front of the pretzel store, babies crying as their parents pushed them quickly in their strollers. A mother and her young son walked hand in hand through the chaos, her arm leading him as his head turned quickly, glancing from storefront to storefront, pers...
The Red Feast
Hans laughed, causing a sudden eruption of gravied delicacies across the heavy oaken table. He doubled over, one hand dropping to clutch the warbling corpulence of his belly as the fat noble croaked in unrestrained merriment. The sailor before him gave a small smile as the old man struggled for breath, hoping he had managed to restrain the annoyance from reaching his eyes.“And then-” Archduke Hans spat, hawking up the remainder of his last mouthful as he spoke, “and then what did the little lamb croak?”Redrigg did his best to hide the stab of annoyance that engulfed his mind. The archduke s...
What Bind Us
My name is Callen Grigor, sixteen years old and I'm African-American. My dad Julios Gregor, his American and a car dealer, and my mom Anastasia Gregor, she's African-American and she's the sweetest and kindest wife and mother. I have a simple and perfect life or so I thought I have until when my mother died in a car crash along with my unborn sister seven years ago. Dad and I were both in grief and after that, we tried to live the best we can in our life without mom.Two years after that, dad got married surprisingly. I didn't even meet the woman he got married to, he just bombs me with words o...
Arc
Kel could not spark his lightning. He snapped his fingers but could not amass a charge. He sat powerless atop a bell tower, sunset on the horizon, a horde of ghouls clawing at the stone down below. His finger hit his palm. He waited for the scratch of static within, the rumble in his hands and blue glow at the edges of his vision, yet his lightning would not spark.Hundreds of ghouls crowded below. Decayed hands grabbed at the stone. Their rotting bodies created a pyramid as they piled over one another, climbing halfway up the tower, frenzied at the sight of the living. Groans and wails overlap...