The Closing of a Door, The Opening of a Window_The Follicle Chronicles - Pt.3: Hirsute Pursuit_Ston
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The Closing of a Door, The Opening of a Window
Her father’s voice sounded hollow. He glanced around the room as if looking for someone or something else besides the small maid before them. “Professor Alvin Trewella. And this is my daughter. May I see the...Madam?” “Right this way, sir.” The corridor was long and narrow. Cobwebs hung along the ceiling like so many little hammocks and the smell of moth balls was overpowering. The place gave the impression of a giant storage tote. At the end of the corridor, there was a plain brown door. The employee turned the knob and the door creaked open. “Who’s there?” The voice sounded as if it bel...
The Follicle Chronicles - Pt.3: Hirsute Pursuit
Nothing is complicated with Mace. According to him, infiltrating Madam Scanlon’s private grounds will be as straightforward as ‘taking a dump’. Sometimes, I think we’re just too different to work together, but he has this undeniable knack for getting things done.He parks his pickup truck next to the compound boundary so we can scale the wall. ‘Mind the drop on the other side,’ he warns me. ‘And watch out for the moss.’ But I slip on the green slime, and tumble off the wall into a hedge that provides perfect camouflage. I wriggle down through the hedge and force my way out, stinging with scratc...
Stones of fate
Trigger warning: Contains blood, Violence, And death“I can’t believe they abandoned us. Axel said. He looked out of the window and into the cavern's depth. The precious gems seemed to glow a dim blue and green. The sunlight illuminated the rock face and revealed a swirl of pink, white, and tan. But the sun revealed only so much of the rock before the endless abyss swallowed it. We’re on our own. He thought as tears welled up in his big blue eyes. “What if we don’t make it? What if we fall asleep and miss our stop?” Tears were mixing in with his freckles and staining his brown vest. “What if we...
The Language of Help
“Chris Lanning! Please come to my office!” said the PA system. ”What did I do?” Chris wondered. He started on his way to the office. Chris was a man with brown hair, big green eyes, and was about average height for a man of 23 just starting in the workforce. He worked at a construction firm that sold materials and funded construction companies. When he finally reached the office, he sighed and knocked on the door. “ Come in!” said a voice in thewww.onedoor.cc office. Chris opened the door. “Ah, Chris! Thank you for coming. I hope the trek here wasn’t too nasty for you,” said Mr. Newson. Mr Newson was a ...