Th' Beist_Never Forget_Small act of kindness_It Wasn't me... It was the Normal Sized Cat
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Th' Beist
The valley was deep and remote, far away from the castle; otherwise, King Arthur would never have approved of this. In fact, if he’d known what this “team-building exercise” would really entail, he certainly would have put a stop to the whole thing. Way down in a desolate tomb of a valley, eight brave men fought one ferocious dragon, and they’d been doing so for nearly an hour now. “Why ARE we doing this!?!” Sir Lancelot cried, beating at the edge of his burning tunic. The hideous dragon let out an ear-splitting shriek before flooding the valley with yet another wave of fire and smoke. K...
Never Forget
Live Action Role Playing, known to some as LARPing, is a misunderstood sport. Some of this has to do with the fact that it’s played by those who look like they’ve been pulled right out of a fantasy book but it can also quickly become a lifelong passion. Each year, groups from all over the East Coast travel to the heart of the North Carolina to partake in the midsummer LARPing tournament where hundreds of teams compete in a 30 acre arena to claim the title of Champion. Usually, only the bravest win, but this year the ruthlessness of one team dominated all others. Though they were new to the c...
Small act of kindness
I was walking home from school one day when I noticed a small, black cat slinking along the street. It wasn’t the first cat I’d seen, as cats were quite common in the neighborhood, but this one stood out. Its movements weren’t erratic; it moved with a purpose, its eyes darting from side to side, seeming to take in its surroundings.Curious, I watched it for a bit, intrigued by its behavior, and that’s when I noticed the particular way it was looking at me. It wasn’t with indifference or fear, as other cats often do, but with an intent, almost demanding gaze. I stared back. We stowww.onedoor.ccod there for a...
It Wasn't me... It was the Normal Sized Cat
“It wasn’t me!” Charlie said. “It was the cat!”A roar rang through the hall and chased a chill up the spine of every adult in the room.“Not you, Stanley. I mean Mr Mittens.”The elephant took that moment to step on a cashier desk crumbling it to the ground. The monkeys cheered as they removed the pens from those little chains attached to the desks. The parrots swooped and swirled near the top of the decorated dome. A parrot pooped high in the sky and it fell down, down, down to the shoulder of one of the many gaping bank workers entering their place of work.They were struggling to know what to...