Not All Heroes Die_Spooky Well-wishes_Fair seas and Following Winds_Damsel in Sweatpants
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Not All Heroes Die
“It does not count if you are already planning your defeat,” I said, staring down at the boy knelt in front of me. His fingers were weakly wrapped around the hilt of his sword, blood decorating the blade, glimmering in the dim light as the sword flickered with the flame of the torches nearby. His face, though young, was beaten and bruised and bloodied. Despite having put up a significant fight, he had barely managed to scratch me. My arm stung from the cut near my shoulder, but it was nowhere close to the amount of lacerations decorating the boy’s skin.The boy stared up at me with a dazed look...
Spooky Well-wishes
Hannah MooreThe door squeaks open as the final accomplice arrives before we set our sights on the aging cemetery. Two of us nod, I stand straight, and swallow my pride."Avegail, how lovely it is that you could join us tonight." I stammer."Gertrude, we do this every year, you don't have to address me like that." Avegail calmly replies. I shake my head, thoughts racing and bouncing around within the confines of my skull. Satchels are stuffed with books, wires covered with herbs are removed from the walls. Silently, we glide towards the cemetery, keeping away from the prying eyes of others. Once ...
Fair seas and Following Winds
The salty-air blew through his long blonde locks as he stood on the bow of his ship. He stared out onto the horizon with his one good eye and plotted his course. He had been looking for this treasure for his entire life as a state-less pirate and knew he was coming close to the end of his tenure on the high seas. It was now or never. The treasure was said to contain piles of gold, silver, jewels from the farthest reaches of the globe and the one thing you desired most. He had searched for what had seemed like hundreds of years and yet only a minute for his most desired. The www.onedoor.cctreasure had ma...
Damsel in Sweatpants
It figures I wouldn’t be dressed when I met my soulmate. Oh. That came out wrong. I mean I was wearing this old, dirty hoodie and some sweatpants because I was sick the last few days. Snuggled up on the couch watching church because for some reason in a pandemic they don’t like you sharing a common cold around. The house was warm, the fire downstairs going strong, I had a blanket, life was good. I looked away from the live stream for a moment, feasting my eyes on the snow palace world outside. Then there’s this thump from the basement. Crackling, hissing. And a whoosh. It sounded like a fire h...