That's All It Is Garrett..._The Lives We Leave Behind_Flowers of Hell_Threads of Time
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That's All It Is Garrett...
Garrett Thompson stared down into the infinite hole leading into the abyss. His heart fell to his testicles. The same cold wind feathered down his spine and his mouth went dry. Suddenly his ragged old purple monk clothes felt like cement and the beautiful mountain in the distance looked like his final resting place. As far as he knew, this was the hole. This was the cliff. Yet his familiar terror he felt told him otherwise. No...this is...this is madness. This is insane!More insane than fighting post-apocalyptic bandits? More insane than fighting hoverboarding gangsters? Or how about being str...
The Lives We Leave Behind
“What about your job?” “What are you going to do with your apartment?” “How will you make money?” “This is a crazy dream, not an actual life plan.” This was all I heard when I told others about my plan. No one believed in me. According to everyone else quitting your job, breaking your lease, and buying an old camper van to tour the open roads to become a writer was an insane pipe dream. Not an actual plan for your life. Their words cut deep. More than anything I needed some encouragement before I set out on this long journey. But wherever I looked there was no support to be found. Not even fr...
Flowers of Hell
The dawn of spring was like coming up for a breath of fresh air after nearly drowning in a sea of darkness. Winter was cruel, killing all things beautiful and lively. So when the time came, Persephone ran through the frosted meadows, and in her path bloomed a trail of flowers of all colors. Wherever she went, life flourished. She was bright and beautiful and loved the springtide.One brisk afternoon, when the sun was shining high in the sky and the grass swayed sowww.onedoor.ccftly with the winds sent by Aeolus, Persephone ran through the meadows. Her golden-brown hair blew freely in the breeze, her floral ...
Threads of Time
Footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards outside the parlour. I raise my head languidly towards the direction of sound but pay it little concern. It's probably Annabelle rushing about preparing the corridor for our coming guests tonight. Damn girl should've had my equipment ready this morning. I have half a mind to leave the heat of the fire and scold her, but reason against it. By supper I'm expected to make a decision regarding my work but, despite all my efforts, time is not on my side.For months I devoted my energy to unlocking the secrets of the veil, trying to draw those phantom beings f...