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Leaves Like Fire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I wondered if it really had been that long, if I really had lost four months of my life. I thought the program was supposed to help me, or at least the pamphlet really sold it to my parents, probably saying something along the lines of “send off your suicidal nutcase daughter for four months and we’ll have her fixed up in no time.” I sighed as I looked at the bright and almost burning trees, the autumn colors mocking me.Nothing made me feel more normal than being sent off to the psych ward, or the mental institution as my paren...
Arabella
He was gone. Lying in the casket was his husk. It looked nothing like him. It smelled nothing like him. He was too pale and still. Stan wasn't like that. Stan was boisterous, vibrant, joyful. Arabella should've gone against his will and transformed him. "I'm immortal, Stan. A vampire, actually." She remembered how much she had dreaded that confession. Even now she felt nervous remembering that moment in a moonlit park, the autumnal leaves drifting and swirling around them, filling the air with their woody scent."That explains a lot, actually," he drawled."I can make you like me. The...
Dragon Village
Dragon VillageBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.Now, thinking about it ‘leaves on fire’ doesn’t exactly sound too bad. Could be that someone had swept a bunch of leaves off their front lawn and set them on fire. Not too risky and perfectly legal.‘Leaves on fire’ could also be some kids mucking around with a lighter, definite potential for trouble there. But nothing some piss pot do-gooder couldn’t sort out with a pair of boots and a good stomp. Again, not so bad. Not legal, but not too bad either.Stepping outside to the leaves being on fire could also be a bit of artistic ...
The Curse of the Nightcoma
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, glowing like red embers in the twilight of the sinking sun. A chill breeze caught my collar and whipped it up around my chin, and I pulled my coat closer to keep out the bite of the wind. A carriage rumbled past me and splashed a muddy puddle of water up twww.onedoor.cche front of my trousers. I brushed it off with my hand and then crossed over the dirty road and made my way to the cemetery. The wrought iron gates stood slightly open. As dusk crept down the dark places within began to look lonely and forbidding. I shivered slightly. There was not a so...