Am I...? (Part 1)_KING TOBIAS_What Happens in the Basement of Number Seven_Something is just not rig
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Am I...? (Part 1)
I inhaled deeply and looked up at the starlit night.I was running away from home.The deep sky, the shivering wind, the vast, empty forest welcomed me as if I was one of them. Well, I really was one of them.Hi, I am Iris, the daughter of the leader of the most influential werewolf clan in the city. The forests are our home during the nights. All nights are dangerous for the common humans, because we tend to turn occasionally into werewolves, although it is mostly at our own will. But we have to tuck ourselves away from sight into the deep woods during every full moon night. The transformations ...
KING TOBIAS
Tobias seated on his throne, ermine framing his eccentricly styled blond hair, waves imperially at his followers and announces that he is emptying his treasury on behalf of his country, so that everyone will have so much better lifestyles and be forever grateful and love him unconditionally.He glances across at his chief adviser, Connie, for approval. She fidgets a little, smiles nervously at him, noticing the orange stain down his front. He is oblivious to his appearance, or rather, he has the delusion that he looks exceptionally grand today.His secretary enters, dismissing the media, and the...
What Happens in the Basement of Number Seven
Little Hallow is a very small town located just north of Nowhere and three hours west of Witch Haven. It’s so small that the houses are numbered without a road name. Very few come to Little Hallow and even fewer leave. It is a place full of witches and warlocks, owls and black cats, and all sorts of magical objects. The inhabitants of Little Hallow are not happy, per se, but they are content. In such a small town, everyone’s lives are so interconnected, and that is enough to kwww.onedoor.cceep them complacent for the moment.“Lilith! Lucy! Come quickly, now!”Meredith Rune’s voice carries throughout the old h...
Something is just not right
Waking up was the strangest thing. Everything felt just like every other morning but I sure had a lot of very bad and realistic dreams. So I open my eyes and I don't recognize the lighting above me. What the hell did I do last night? I can only remember the dreams. I'll have to ask somebody in hopes they can help me clear the fog. Wait a minute! Now it's not just like every other morning. I "feel" normal (no hangover or weird pains) but I usually, at least, remember snippets from the night before. Time to find out where I am bedded down.I pull back the covers and am a little surprised at mt a...