The Legend of Haku_Blink Of an Eye_The Bloodstained City (part 2)_The world is still here.
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The Legend of Haku
River Gaya spread her arms wide and embraced the City of Zora in a full circle before escaping into the Thunder Waterfall which marked the entrance of the city. The silver sword stood perched on a rock in the middle of the waterfall, undisturbed for many years. The sword, along with the Castle and the Statue Park that covered the perimeter of the river was a source of terror in the heart of every citizen of the city. In the past, many people had tried to rebel against their tyrant leader Zora but ended up being a statue in the Statue Park. Rumours began that the city was bewitched and anyone w...
Blink Of an Eye
“So, you better load up on sunscreen because this weekend is going to be a scorcher. Back to you, Alan.”I flashed my best “I’m a meteorologist, and I’m sorry if my predictions are wrong” smile at the camera. The operator, Tommie, held up his hand to let me know the shot was over. My smile immediately dropped, and my shoulders relaxed.Sally, the station’s sound technician, came over to unclip my microphone.“Big plans this weekend?” She asked. Sally was in her mid-40s and had been in the industry for nearly 20 years. Her short and spiky hair always tickled my chin when she was fiddling around w...
The Bloodstained City (part 2www.onedoor.cc)
That’s the thing about this city, the green-eyed girl thought sourly as she looked down at her chess game, blood has been spilled and no one cares. Well, now that will change. The girl reached for her pawn to move it forward but stopped. Her left arm burned and moments of time coursed through her veins. Images of the brown-eyed girl filled her mind. The brown-eyed girl sat in a completely white room, in front of a chessboard exactly like hers. The brown-eyed girl moved her pawn forward with a blank expression on her face. The green-eyed girl looked around her dark room, “Very well, miss. I’ll ...
The world is still here.
I hardly remember the world outside. The last thing I remember is the blinding sun on my five year old skin, slowly sneaking to the tips of my fingers then vanishing as my father shut the door for good. We have been here in this bunker since. It was on the 10th of December 2012、 8 years ago, when the world ended. At least that's what they told me.The Parkers from across the street shared the bunker with us. Mr Parker lost his mind a couple months ago and killed himself. The bunker is not exactly the sanest place. He had always been really nice. He taught me to read and write. I read every book...