Red Tent_Double Murder Al Fresco_Feathered Friend_The Rusted Tracks
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Red Tent
His outfit had him looking like an oval. A flat, dark egg jutting out from the side of a sand dune. All his companions had disappeared. They must have stuck closer to the trail, the map, maintained cell reception somehow or smelled their way back to the starting point. He wondered how it felt for them, right now, to be touching their lips to the steel edge of a flask, droplets of condensation perspiring off its sides, a cool and crisp necessity. His own sides were steaming, gasping for air. His skin was begging his robes for a greater shade, a duskier place to lay. He tossed them aside, begi...
Double Murder Al Fresco
TW: Swearing, sexual references and whitened teeth.Sitting across the table from her, the two boys tried to show themselves in the best light. The pale jock shifted uneasily beneath the parasol of the restaurant, trying to keep his fair skin from the sunlight. “So let me get this straight, you both like me. One a vampire.” The broad-shouldered boy with a devilish grin and sparkling canines nodded. “And one is a werewolf?” The gangly one with blonde stripes through his brown hair, and fluffy arms winked. “Come on,” the muscular goth reached a hand across the table. On the ...
Feathered Friend
Henry Fluffypaws did not feel like gardening that day. He’d woken up on the right side of the bed, next to his beautiful wife, and with the scent of flowers wafting into his window. He had absolutely no motivation to disturb the beautiful moment he was experiencing. But Mr. Marsden would want his hedges perfectly trimmed as usual. He sniffed angrily at Henry whenever there was a branch or two un-snipped. Hootie Marsden terrified Henry, and he did not dare disobey his wishes. So Henry took one last look at his sleeping wife, gave her a kiss on the head, and hopped out of bed as carefully as he ...
The Rusted Tracks
Light coruscated through gray-tinted windows, illuminated by a hazy, smoky air—a sight for strong-willed inpiduals only—reeking. A rusted man remained, on display for the entire population to see. A solemn court scene unnerved spewww.onedoor.ccctators.Rust blotches coated the man, with drained green eyes, so lost and not energized. Bags daubed his face. Due to his horrors, he had not slept in ages.No punishment could make him repent. No God could save him."It's all my fault," he thought to himself.Thomas was his name. A train driver. He looked like a train and soared ahead. With this war, Germany told him h...