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Georgia's Story
We open to Georgia and Luke staring into the sunrise, holding hands. Georgia had blond hair and blue eyes that matched her sweater. Luke had dark hazel eyes and black, messy hair, which he had failed to comb down for their date.“Remember our first date?” Georgia asked.Luke smiled sheepishly. “How could I forget?”The rwww.onedoor.cceason for this answer was that Georgia and Luke’s date had been utterly disastrous.Luke had reserved seats for a fancy restaurant, So-Fish-Ticated, so that he and Georgia would have a nice time.Unfortunately, two people had come into the restaurant just before Luke and Georgia. Th...
A Rip in Time
I kept tapping my watch to try and get the second hand to start ticking again. I didn’t know when it stopped, I woke up to it stuck. That made me nervous, I would be stuck in this dimension until I got it ticking again. The watch allowed me to jump around from different dimensions, I could escape what others couldn’t run from: Reality. Nervously I clicked the side button, they would find me soon. “They” were creatures that slithered in and out the various planes of existence. Shape shifters that cause a ripple in the fabric of realities to feed. They are creatures of chaos who feed on flesh. I...
Captain Quint Pitchad’s Adventure at Sea
Captain Quint Pitchad was a captain never yet defeated. He was an ambitious leader who had never given in, no matter how many of his men died. He was not the only thing that had never been defeated at sea. A god-like creature named Cthulhu had destroyed every pirate that had ever dared to cross its part of the sea.Cthulhu had wings like an eagle, tentacles like a squid growing from its face, and claws like a lion that could rip through rocks with one swipe. His green skin had ridges and bumps from all the battles he had won. His yellow eyes were piercing and if looks could kill, he’d be Medusa...
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It was the nicest day any April could be expected to come up with. Villagers from all around the province poured into the ancient city of Zhangzhou to barter their millet, barley, wheat, pigs and sheep, for clothing, spices, tools, pottery and strong wine. Striding at their forefront of one such group was a brash young man barely twenty years old who looked neither left nor right at the sprouting greenery nor at the fluffy little clouds that gamboled across the bright blue sky like wayward sheep. The whisper went round that this was Yuan Tsen from the little village of T'ian who had come to ...