Overdue_Zelda The Ordinary Girl_The Siege of Darkwell_"MISTY CREEK"
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Overdue
If there had been some way to cross the chasm without alerting the pair of guards beneath him, Troy hadn’t thought of it yet.His stomach churned something fierce as he snuck a peek over the side of the rockface and caught sight of just how far away his intended target was. The access terminal he needed to reach in order to get to the forbidden city must have been a good two stories below him, maybe more depending on the angle. Every move seemed to disturb his surroundings, shaking loose a flurry of the red topsoil high into the air, forcing him to be slow and deliberate with each movement. Des...
Zelda The Ordinary Girl
Imagine it’s 2035 and you look inside your coat pocket and find a rhinestone covered mask with a design of a pair of lips smack in the middle of the mask. You smile and think what a decade that was. Now you are a princess living in a world where you have to put on a full suit made of industrial materials and a gas mask just to go outside to make your way to the corner store for a snack. You hope that you don’t have to kill any zombies along the way. Princess Zelda is living in this world. She is alone. Her mom, Amy was killed a little over a year ago by a zombie. She wasn’t killed by any zomb...
The Siege of Darkwell
“That’s the thing about this city….” Autumn said as she twirled around under the serene trees. “What?” Isabelle replied, a hint of curiosity creeping into her voice. “I do love this city.” Autumn laughed, her dark hair spilling down her back. “Well, Darkwell is a beauty, for one. The marble turrets and all the red and yellow flags waving in the wind.” “Ohhhh, I understand.” Emersyn chimed in. “And all the people selling fruit and things in those gorgeous wooden stalls on Main Street?” Autumn nodded, running a finger through her hair. “And all the different races living here? Elves, Dwarves, Gn...
"MISTY CREEK"
Gregory’s heart sinks as the sun slowly disappears behind the distant mountains. He sits atop his shiny mahogany coffin, biting his long perfect fingernails and contemplating life eternal, looking gloomy in his black shirt and black joggers. He’s been sleeping all day for nearly a week now. The night used to be his world, his adventure, his territory. This place used to be ripe with countless tourists roaming around the mountaiwww.onedoor.ccns and forest, checking out the wildlife, willingly stepping into danger and testing fate. Weird things happen to tourists here and they blame it on bigfoot, dogm...