Waking up in Another World_The Magic of Moldavite_The Prisoner_The Will Of Daniel Hughes
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Waking up in Another World
A dim red glow shone through David’s eyelids as he regained consciousness. He lay flat on his back, the dense foliage soft beneath him. Finally, he pried his tired eyes open, blinking away the slight buzzing in his head. Sunlight filtered down through the green canopy above him and the quiet, familiar sounds of the jungle slowly reached his ears. It wasn’t quite where he expected to wake up. However, it was comforting recognize the colorful press of trees around him, to spot the far wall of his old hut peeking into the clearing. Since being welcomed into the Kumeza village and then starting o...
The Magic of Moldavite
“That’s the thing about this city…the magic is hiding all around you, you just have to know how to find it.” Her grandmother’s words echoed in her ears the entire walk over. The young witch’s eyes lit up with the brightly glowing “open” sign of the metaphysical shop. Mandy’s Magical Curios opened at 10 am on the dot, and she was ready to go in and start her journey into the world of crystals, candles, and spells. She barely noticed the woman behind the door, still unlocking it as she tried to shove her way in. “Hey squirt, watch it! Are you blind? And where are your parents? There’s a lot of...
The Prisoner
This is the one and the only place that I have no desire to recall, there lived not so long ago some men who had spent their entire lives in imprisonment inside this bunker. The bunker was an ancient building which was nearly falling apart when I firwww.onedoor.ccst saw it. There was a couple of lances laying near the pathway toward the bunker, a skinny horse, and a grey, skinny hound who could barely chase a rabbit. The odor was unendurable, it smelled like a mixture of rotten flesh and heavily burnt coal. Scraps of food and other refuse piled against the wall beside the entrance. There were two sentries ...
The Will Of Daniel Hughes
SpaceHuman's Note: "I'm just going to start this off by letting out a deep breath. YAY MY STORIES FINALLY MADE IT TO THE DIRECTORY. I is happy. Also shanks a lot for 20 followers, it means a lot. This story is basically someone's will if you are ever confused. Well idk if it's a will, but it's the note the person writes that is to be read when they are dead. Heh I can rhyme. Now, on with thy story :)" The only sound to be heard at the moment is the calling of the birds, or the splashes of the playing alligator that isn't too far from where we are. We creep almost silently through ferns, lookin...