Precious Visions_Desert King’s Convoy_What is meant to be remembered_The Deep Creek
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Precious Visions
Ivory smoke plumed and billowed through the room. An elaborate revolution of Ebania’s arms effortlessly masked the movement of her left foot as she pressed a secret switch. The crimson flame turned a deep violet with the addition of salts through a hidden mechanism beneath a floorboard. The effect was impressive and convincing. As if summoned fiery spirits recoiled fearfully from her oversized robes. The man and his frail grandparents, customers eagerly awaiting a crucial answer, shrank away. Surely, they considered a full retreat. Most do. And even more surely, the opulent fees already paid ...
Desert King’s Convoy
“Please, don’t do it.” That’s what Arthur’s sense of danger was telling him.Normally, when the sense that kept him alive was telling him “no”, he’d listen. And normally, it wasn't triggered by an envelope. It slipped through the mailbox at 4 in the morning, landing in front of Arthur’s door with an audible thunk. Arthur would’ve ignored it if not for 3 key factors: 1、 It came at 4 in the damn morning2、 The aforementioned thunk, which paper envelopes aren’t known for3、 Desert wastelands don’t have post officesAfter the oceans dried up, what remained of humanity relegated itself to a few largec...
What is meant to be remembered
Suddenly all the clocks in the house stopped, not too long ago, in a place not too far away. She didn´t have time to take a few minutes and evaluate, there were no minutes left. Everything went dark, and the air was foul. She could sense a presence. A nightmare? So unlike any other dream, could this be anything but a nightmare? -“Hi there!” a voice spoke. A friwww.onedoor.ccendly ethereal and strangely comforting female voice. -“Who speaks? Who is there?” she asked with hoarseness in her own voice. -“How are you doing?” -“Who are you?” she asked, closed to tears. -“Would you care to take a walk with me?” t...
The Deep Creek
Dee grinned at her granddaughter as the girl settled into the chair and fixed the old woman with an expectant gaze. Dee scattered a pinch of powdered ginger into a steaming cup of tea to finish it off. “Grandma?” Pepper’s little face was pink from the sun, and her acorn brown hair was wind tousled.“Yes, my love?” Dee turned to face the child. “That’s not hot cocoa,” she said, pointing at the mugs in Dee’s hands. One for herself, and one for her Granddaughter.“Well, you seemed upset, Pep. And I think we need to have a grown-up talk about what you saw in the field today. This tea is for grown-up...