Spaces between Mirrors_Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits_The Battle of The Sectors_Night Trained
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Spaces between Mirrors
Jack - known to his admirers and his mother as ‘Szal’ - sat on the applecrate in his cluttered little apartment above a lonely bookshop and leaned in to his large, ornate mirror. The young vulpine mage tried to look beyond the edges - to the left, and then to the right - his blue eyes scanning for any sign of his benefactor. “The Museum of Transgressions is real, master!” He said to the mirror, a little too excitedly, “And, on top of that, I obtained the compass that will lead us there.”If Jack successfully stole the robes of Savareth the Maimed, his ticket to Vulane and his new life would be ...
Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits
TW: Exactly what it says on the bottle.Alice popped a pill bottle and dropped a lump of white something into my hand.“Go on. They’re awesome.” She smiled but all I saw was her nose ring. She wore a rainbow lined with faux fur. Her fingerless gloves had inspired the Lonely Island anthem. The lady of chaos threw the pill into her mouth and gulped it down.“Are they yours?” I asked. Reading the label on the orange bottle, I knew they weren’t.“Do I look like a Demica Corazon?” A pink tongue with a stud poked from between black lipstick. “Come on.” If Demica Corazon was a psychedelic whirlwind with ...
The Battle of The Sectors
*Disclaimer* Depiction of Blood(This is a part of a larger novel series I'm in the process of making so please, please, please, don't steal my work)We step into the desert-like heat and start walking, the coordinates only 2,000 feet away. Ryder is wawww.onedoor.cclking behind me, watching my back, although nothing hazardous crosses our path. I look at the pad, anxiously watching the GPS’s red dot to see how close we are. 1,500ft, 1,499ft, 1,498ft, 1,497ft...496ft, 495ft, 493ft, 492ft…And on and on and on until Ryder taps my shoulder and gestures for me to look up. When I do, I’m stunned to see a humungous,...
Night Trained
Crouching down to try to calm his dog, Simon’s eyes were as wide as they could get while staring at the figures in the underpass praying they hadn’t heard Annie’s bark. Usually walking the dog in the very early hours was a calming and event free activity. Not today. Annie continued to growl even though the squirrel that set her off had scarpered up a tree straight away. The group stopped what they were doing and all turned to face in the direction of Simon and Annie. Everything told him to run but Simon knew his current hiding position could still work. He saw the leader of the gang whisper in...