Guardians Across the Sea_The Shrouded Widow_Fun Begins at the Circus_The Veil
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Guardians Across the Sea
***Warning, people do die. ***We were told to stay calm.To ignore the waves as the beasts rose from the depths and pummelled into each other. As they hammered against the waters for days. Fluctuations of their fight caused the waves to upsurge and crush our homes. Finally, one fell, the blue waves embracing it and tugging it down further than we had ever gone, down from whence it came. We thought that was the end. We were told it was over. Told we could rebuild the houses battered by the waves and so we did. We tore down trees to fix walls and we cleanedwww.onedoor.cc the floors of seaweed. But then the bea...
The Shrouded Widow
The Shrouded Widow lit one last candle in her office when she heard a knock. Her black shroud covering every last inch of her face and form.“Who is it, Albert?” She asked softly, turning - the breeze from her shroud causing the candle to flicker.“A petitioner, my lady. A young man who wishes to join the syndicate.”She walked to the tall wooden door and opened it, revealing her old and trusted manservant and a young man in clothes just as old, bearing an eyepatch. He bowed with a flourish of his tall hat.“My lady,” he said. “My name is Kerrik, a rogue by trade. I wish to join the Dusk Syndicate...
Fun Begins at the Circus
It's our girl's night out. We've decided to do something new and exciting. There is a circus in our little town and it has afortune teller in the midst. None of us believe in having our future told. We are all Christians and the Bible tells us we are not to seek out this type of person, for no man knows the future except God. We're meeting at the local steak house for some good food before we head out.Entering the restaurant, I see our group has started to arrive, "Hi, Laura!" She jumps up to hug me full of smiles and excitement. Helen is the youngest in our group of five, just celebrated her ...
The Veil
Outside the window, far past the valley, the sun has begun to set. Violet and pink rays stream through the withered curtains and dissolve into shadows. The steel of the knife glints in the fire light. The shadows leap from the hearth and dance around the small room, across the dirt floor to the bed in the far corner. The wind outside begins to howl and the house shakes from its wrath. I run a worn cloth down the length of the blade, feeling the sharp tip beneath my fingers. I pick up the stone from the kitchen table and swipe it against the edge in one quick motion. The knife is sharp enough...