Happy Sixteenth!_Sharla_The Old Man's Words_They're coming to take me away ☠️
Catalog Guide:
Happy Sixteenth!
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. It was their sixteenth birthday. They were going to get their abilities and leave the orphanage for the last time. If only that was how the world worked.The twins woke up within `15 seconds of each other. They'd been doing that for as long as they could remember. They fell asleep together and they woke up together. It was just one of those twin things.Asha woke up first this time and she jumped straight out of bed like she'd been given a shot of straight caffeine. She was bouncing up and down, grinning ear to ear by the time Kofi woke up...
Sharla
Sharla hurried through the narrow pedestrian precinct of the town she'd moved into that morning. At nine o'clock, the shops were opening, sellers in the market sorting out their wares.The stallholders greeting their neighbours and empty crates slamming against the ground made for various sounds that echoed off the tall buildings around the market-town square.A cold wind whipped through the scene, sending discarded drink cans, scraps of paper, and empty boxes dancing along the pavement.Sharla pulled her long woollen scarf higher up around her neck as she shivered in the crisp morning air.Other ...
The Old Man's Words
I spoke the words the old man had taught me and at first I was disappointed. Nothing seemed to be happening; the mirror merely showed me my reflection, mocking my inadequacies. I thought back on how I had been taught to pronounce those foreign syllables, that awkward language. I replayed those words, the infliction of each, and the way my mouth had felt when the old one had cackled gleefully assuring me I had the incantation perfect. As I pondered for that moment where and when I had spoken wrongly it occurred to me his final advice, patience, patience was the key. One did not rush the ancient...
They're coming to take me away ☠️
Fourth part of Dead End. It doesn't have anything to do with the prompt. Enjoy!“The Glean?” I exclaim. “I have to go there?” The Grim nods, still smiling. “But-but I thought Gleaners were dangerous.” I say. Another nod. “They are. But we have an agreement. Any special cases here get sent to them.” “But don’t I get a say in this?” I demand. “I don’t want to go!” “I’m afraid you don’t have much choice.” He says. “I must honor the agreement.” “What if I quit?” I ask. “So you’re ready to move on?” “..www.onedoor.cc.What?” “Oh, you didn’t know?” He asks, his smile growing. “You’re dead.” That sends me into fr...