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The Enchanter's Orchard
Ryder pulled his cloak tighter over his shoulders. He crunched through the frosted grass and stared straight ahead, avoiding the dark forest around him.“Are we there yet?” his sister whispered, hurrying along beside him.“Hush, Skye. Not yet.”Their breath came out in small white puffs in the chilly night. A biting wind whistled through the trees, and Ryder listened to Skye’s teeth chatter.After another ten minutes of walking, they came upon a small sign sticking out of the ground, in front of a particularly thick patch of trees. “The Enchanter’s Orchard,” read Skye.Ryder couldn’t help but smile...
The Third Day
Her slender fingers danced mesmerizingly on the old piano. They skipped gracefully over the keys and hesitated not once. The soft requiem enveloped the air in a mournful thickness that left me curiously desperate for more of the sound. I wanted to weep, but tears would never fill my eyes again. My obsession with her music was becoming almost disgusting, but it was not something I could control.In me rose an emotion I could not describe. The mere angst of it sent me spiraling into thoughts I could not bear to indulge in. The frown of her brow caused a crease in my own. I sat at the piano beside...
Position Filled
Norman picked up the reasonably clean human skull that sat upon the front desk and looked it over. It was lighter than he expected it to be. He set the skull back down and tried to gain the Executive Assistant's attention. ‘Uh... hello. I have an appointment,’ he said meekly. The Assistant continued scratching something onto a piece of parchment with a black-feather-quill. His leathery green goblin features were anything but welcoming. Norman smoothed out his longish brown hair and brushed fluff from his rust-colored breeches. His boots needed a shine, but he hadn’t the first clue how to go a...
Moonlight Memories
Aroa stared into the crimson sunlight as the glowing star ducked down into the water. It was evening, and she was tired. But that didn’t stop our heroine from crying her eyes out, as she had done each day for the past several years. Sometimes, she was happy, but for most of the time, she felt nothing but sadness and doubt. After everything that had happened to her, she knew her story was over, that there was nothing left to be told. That she would always be the villain in a tale that felt as old as time. Aroa cried harder, trying desperately not www.onedoor.ccto sleep. When she slept, the nightmares came. T...