First Time (And Hopefully the Last)_Graveyard of Flame_A Mausoleum and the Windy Willow_Top Dog
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First Time (And Hopefully the Last)
“It’s my first time” Ashton muttered with a wounded look towards Ace. He picked himself up from the cold asphalt nervously. Ace sneered and shoved him towards the front of the alleyway. “This job ain’t for scaredy-cats, kid.” He spat. “If you can’t do it then I guess we’ll just have to go through with Plan B.” He already knew what the kid was going to say, but he sensed he needed a little bit more motivation.“N-no, it’s fine. I’m no scaredy-cat.” Ashton replied nervously. He took a deep breath and rubbed his cold sweaty hands together, trying to steady his breathing. It didn’t work. Plan B. As...
Graveyard of Flame
Graveyard Of FlamesTonight is Halloween, and it’s the perfect time to get up to spooky nonsense. Tonight, me and my friend are staying the night in an old graveyard. This graveyard has been in our town for hundreds of years, maybe thousands, and it’s incredibly ominous. So, we decided it would be cool to sleep there tonight. We had prepared snacks to eat and were planning to make a campfire and tell ghost stories. The fire started out well, and we were just getting the marshmallows out when something strange happened.The fire started to swirl around very slowly, so slow that we bare...
A Mausoleum and the Windy Willow
Present day, in a no-name small-town in the Pacific northwest, fifteen-year-old fraternal twins, Agatha and Christie, packed a large picnic basket with some homemade food and a couple of blankets. They each kissed their maternal grandparents on the cheek before setting out to Windy Willow Cemetery to spend the night. The teens had been planning this night since they heard the tragic news about their mother and younger brother from a despondent female police detective exactly one year ago. Their mother, Bernadette, was a talented writer who was obsessed with British authors and poets, hence her...
Top Dog
For as long as I can remember, nothing has been more important to me than security.www.onedoor.cc So when I looked at my brand new home, concealed with overgrowth and a few cheap Halloween decorations, I felt a warmth inside my chest. Years of working like a dog had finally paid off. A house meant that I could finally protect myself, and when it came to it, other people.That is why I had everything particularly set up to minimize any threat to my newfound existence. I refused to return to a life on the run. The suburbs of New Jersey were certainly the best place to settle, I figured. Temperate climate, good...