Hide and seek_Only Alien_Game of the Destiny_The Dragon Lord
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Hide and seek
Fritz realizes that his legs are starting to feel wobbly. His heart is pounding in his chest. He is breathing heavily now. He knows he cannot rest now, but the faint pain in his chest is forcing him to take a few seconds, and wait. He moves towards the green recycling bin, and kneels beside it. His frame is small enough, he knows that he will be invisible against this color. He must remain still for a few more seconds. An unexpected movement next to the garage startles him. He decides it is time to move again. He grabs the top slab of the precast wall. Only momentum can assist in this endeavo...
Only Alien
Avani sat at the edge of her bed, staring out the window of her pod. It was past her bedtime, but who cared?She put the book she was reading down on the table next to her, untangled her legs from her white blanket, and stared at the sky.Bright flickers of light were all over as if Georges Seurat used pointillism on the night sky.She caressed her hair, staring at the glimmering, silvery curls. She picked up an old-looking comb - she'd found it on the ground when she arrived on planet Earth - from the table next to her bed and began brushing her hair. She had learned that many human girls had do...
Game of the Destiny
The hall was kept warm inwww.onedoor.cc the chilly weather. The soldier rolled drums making everyone aware of the arrival of King. Wymond straightened up. The golden silk cloak was waving with pride behind the beast figure of the King.The queen's mother Ornell sits beside him. “As you know, my king. Your safety is of utmost priority to us. Keeping that in mind we had hired the best swordsman in the whole kingdom for you.” The hand of the king informed him.“I don’t need anyone to protect me. I will kill anyone with my bare hands,” the king said showing his beast hand.The queen mother Ornell sighs and compose...
The Dragon Lord
The sparring stick whizzes past my ear, only inches away from knocking me out. I return the assault with a swinging blow from my own wooden cane, but it meets Yona’s stick with a clack. My arms and legs burn with the familiar urgency to keep up with my teacher, but I can feel the cane growing heavier in my hands.Always too soon, I follow Yona’s fake to my left and find myself being greeted by the earth. My shoulder stings where the stick connected, and I can already feel a welt blossoming beneath my leather vest. I lay on the ground for a moment, staring up at the old man’s gray hair and braid...