The Witch's House_A Fiery Tale_The Garden Of Light_A Golden Flame
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The Witch's House
Trigger Warning: Off-screen violence, bloodWhile the search orders in his pocket allowed him unrestricted access to the old forest house, they did nothing to stop him from feeling like an intruder. He couldn’t bring himself to see the building not as the home of the local apothecary, but as that of a witch. There was no malice in the smell of fresh sweetbread and hanging herbs, or in the calming crackle of the fire in the hearth. Nevertheless, he was compelled to do his job and follow the law or be stripped of his title as constable.The orders in his pocket told him to search for ‘any illegal ...
A Fiery Tale
“They who control the narrative, control the way forward.” The Movement for Social Coercion “Camera Three, I need a close-up on the man with the horns,” demanded the Location Director from her mobile news van as she spoke through her headset. “That’s it! Get him in mid roar… beautiful! That’s our money shot.”Carol Vidmark intensely studied the six or so monitors all lit up in the back of her privately funded news van. Commanding a team of five vloggers – all broadcasting live feeds from their smartphones in the most extraordinary domestic event since the civil war. Nestled among the hostile ...
The Garden Of Light
The Garden Of LightA day in the garden was promised to me. I www.onedoor.ccwas awake hours before the first sunbeam hit my kitchen window, and waiting outside the Garden Gates before half the small village even thought about breakfast. Equipped with a journal, a new pen, and a satchel to take anything that seemed even remotely special, I impatiently clicked my heels together as I tried to catch a glimpse behind the gates. All I could see was a house, bigger than perhaps half the entire village it resided in. It was painted what once was lemon yellow, now mustard color and chipping. My face broke into a broa...
A Golden Flame
“The boy stood alone nothing but an old sword in his hand; his hulking opponent towered before him. Uncertain of his fate and desperately yearning to be back with his family, the boy trembled with terror, but he knew he had to face this beast, his fears; for if not him then who? What would become of his family if he didn’t stand his ground? He took a timid step forward, tightening his grip on the hilt. The hairy beast threw its awful head back against the light of the full moon and let out a bloodcurdling howl; this was his moment. He readied his weapon and charged! Just as he closed in and pr...