Lost in Confinement_Familiar Faces_The Manor_Crystal Mae; Another World
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Lost in Confinement
Content warning: domestic abuse Standing barefoot on a muddy path, under the flickering bulb hanging loosely from the top of an old rusty pole, he found himself alone, with only a swarm of mosquitoes hovering over his head. The sky above adorned a reddish hue from the blood moon shining bright. The light could not reach the land due to the fog floating over the ground. The hillock on the left was covered with a blanket of dew on Angelwww.onedoor.cc's trumpets, while a dense thicket camouflaged with the fog, swayed on the right side of the muddy path. Looking all around, disoriented and confused, he tried ha...
Familiar Faces
The smell of fresh snow floated around outside while the fragrance of my piping hot pie that I had just baked spread inside. By the time I had reached home after what seemed like an extremely long day at work, a thick layer of snow had gathered on the roof of my small, cozy cottage. Cutting out a thick slice of the meat pie, I dug out a leather bound, brown book from my shelf and I settled myself on the edge of my bed beside my window. I wiped the thick layer of dust that almost covered the book. Flipping through the pages of my book, I smiled to myself remembering all the memories these pages...
The Manor
The Manor is a foreboding place, three stories of dark grey brick choked with vines and age. It sits on a hill just outside of Willsborough and has been left abandoned for over a hundred years. Yet somehow the only clear signs of its age are the plants that threaten to overcome it and the outdated architecture. It is not crumbling or damaged. It stands proud and strong, with rows of darkened windows, not a single one showing a crack. It is inviting, almost. Enticing wandering souls to enter. One might wonder who lived there once, what caused them to leave, and if they ever really did. The town...
Crystal Mae; Another World
“Hello?” My voice echoes as I tip-toe into the dark library. There’s no reply so I shut the heavy wooden door, making a loud creaking sound. I wince at the noise.Dark shadows stretch across the walls and bookcases, created by the light of my lantern. I shiver as a breeze comes from the Banned Books section that belongs to Master Edward, his wife isn’t allowed to read the books there, let alone his children. He even dusts and cleans the bookcases himself which is absolutely absurd considering a man of such high status is known to do nothing but organise finances, meet with wealthy people and or...