The Girl In Shadows_The Bunker_Spot's Splice_Immortal
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The Girl In Shadows
'There is no choice of running away today, I have to do it. I am so close to it. I can't run away forever in fear.' The girl thought.Her heart was pounding in her head and her eyes carried the drowsiness of three sleepless nights. She walked across the dishevelled trees, making her way with a jab of the knife, though the real jab was in her heart-a deeper cut. Her tangled blond hair touched the tip of her waist, weaved with bits of withered leaves and dust. A rabbit fur was tied around her waist, dripping blood as she moved. It was a rough hunt, but she had made it either wise. She felt sticky...
The Bunker
In the year 2042, the world was annihilated in a storm of nuclear fire. Humanity, the dominant species of a dying planet, chose its own destruction over cooperation. My great-great-grandparents were two of the lucky thousand chosen at random to survive extinctwww.onedoor.ccion. When the bombs fell, they and their peers were taken to The Bunker, a massive underground city built to sustain human life indefinitely in the event of nuclear war. The holocaust came and went and all communications from the surface world ceased. That was it. The end of the human race save for a small pocket living deep, deep be...
Spot's Splice
Spot’s Splice 9/26/13My dog was lost for the second time. It was dusk by the time the news had spread; everyone was executing their daily activities. We had only noticed after a long while...“What’s for dinner?” I questioned, my stomach growling with anticipation for the answer to be something Asian. “Sausage and sauerkraut,” replied my Dad, combining ingredients. Was it just me, but didn’t we have that last night? My thought did not have time to make the connection, for my brother had entered the kitchen after moving swiftly from the backyard door. His face was cotton ball-white. Had somethin...
Immortal
The grand doors swung open, revealing King Marbow to the nobles waiting outside. The lords and ladies glided in, desperately wanting to be out of the cold winter air. Although they thought their pace was casual, Kelsiella eyes were trained from years of reading body language, and she saw the slight quickness of their step, trying to get out of the cold, and the outside. The outside was a place for peasants, not for the nobles. Kelsiella didn’t mind the cold; she had had lived on the streets for years, and someone who had survived living as a thief for eighteen years couldn’t mind something a...