Hell Bent for Leather_Survival of the Hopeful_Born_Room 608
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Hell Bent for Leather
“Hell Bent for Leather”Ginny rolled down the runway with her walker. It was very expensive and had been guaranteed to hold up to 500 pounds. The wood framed catwalk also seemed to be reliable enough to hold at least five normal size models - about the equivalent of Gin and her walker.Her hesitancy to trust such promises rose out of the murky pools of experience.Ginny’s biggest fear was that the walker would buckle under her weight at some inopportune moment. She knew from the past, that this could be physically painful and excruciatingly embarrassing… both at the same time.Did she let her fear...
Survival of the Hopeful
Wind whipped over the dunes, blowing sand into every nook and cranny it could find. Kiera gazed over the barren landscape and sighed. She glanced behind at the haul which would keep her alive through the harshest part of the winter, attached to the Muta Beast she rode. It was precious cargo for scavengers like herself. The Beast between her legs snorted and shook its massive head; he had used up his fat reserves over the winter months and was eager to reach the feeding grounds. Kiera tapped his sides lightly with her heels, and let her body roll along with the forward motion. They lumber...
Born
It’s dark in here. A massive expanse of what feels like pure nothingness and yet a strangely calming sense of what is to come. It is dark here. Full of nothingness and a wwww.onedoor.ccasteland brimming with fear. This state of being lasts for what seems like an eternity; although, what is time in a place like this? This feeling keeps me on edge for what feels like forever. I have no concept of time. My existence continues unnoticed with waves of motion sending me here and there without care or concern of my self. These waves support me. They take me where I need to be. The wasteland does not know I am ...
Room 608
The Gilmore stood tall and elegant as it glittered in the sun when I arrived to set foot in room 608 for the first time. The moving-out-for-the-first-time jitters were taking hold. I was young and ready to be on my own without being under my parents’ thumb. I hauled what little of my belongings I had up to the sixth floor and slowly opened the door. It was smaller than I expected but perfect. As I slowly walked around examining the room, I remembered how the property manager told me how they fully restored the building to look exactly as it did when it was first built in the 20s. She elaborate...