The fall of Zion_Johnny's Plan_Reaching Through the Woods_No Rest From the Wicked
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The fall of Zion
Selena's alarm went off, and she toppled out of bed with a crash. Her rimless glasses fell from the dresser on her head.Selena groaned, picked her glasses up, and pushed them onto her nose.Her room door was thrown open, and her mother was standing there." Selena, Honey, is everything alright?""Yep." Selena pushed herself to her feet, "I just fell out of the bed. It's nothing too serious."Her mother let out a sigh of relief, "Ok. We leave in five, hurry."Selena opened up her closet and pulled out an outfit.She changed her clothes and was pulling on her shoes when her mother's head popped in ag...
Johnny's Plan
Johnny’s Plan“I’ve got a plan.”I sighed—not about there being a plan since, at this point, anything was bound to be better than where we were, trapped with dirt clods hitting all around. No, it wasn’t the plan, per se, that made me sigh, it’s just that it was Johnny’s plan. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my brother but all too frequently his plans took us from bad to worse; or, more accurately, from home to Juvenile Court. (We were on a first name basis with Jeremy (Mr. Engle) “our” Juvenile Officer due to Johnny’s past plans, the details of which are not important now but, suffice to say, that f...
Reaching Through the Woods
Fort Plain, New York. Square brick buildings randomly sitting alone in fields of overgrowth. Tractor wheels and carts with trees growing out of what used to be the center of farm equipment. Abandon lives frozen in time and taken over by brush and trees. The random building told a story of a different time long forgotten. Highways built that took people far away from the past. Make-shift homes that clung on to staying. What did this place used to be? We speed through on the I90. No one else taking notice as they focused on their destinations. “Albany 42 miles” the green and white highway sign ...
No Rest From the Wicked
TW: SwearingHaving performed miracles, the lord had the crowd in the palm of his hand. A crown he’d conjured sat upon his regal head. His face was beautiful and hateful. His smile was doom and delight. Silverwww.onedoor.cc eyes reflected the eager inn patrons rushing to him to buy a miracle from the monster.Sir Danielle Longbow waded through the crowd. “Please, don’t do it.” Her voice was lost in the pleas to be the rogue’s selfish boon recipient. They paid attention when she drew her sword. Her armoured bulk cut the sea of watchers as a hot knife does butter. She stood a head taller than most, looking down...