Stultus the Fool
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In Service of the Dead
London-England Her hand was sore, she could still feel the burn of the punch as her knuckles cracked in the officer’s face. It was a hard punch, one that he’d find difficult to recover from. She left him in the open street bleeding his mouth out while she ran off not looking back. She picked up her pace, running even faster into the night as she heard the officer call in support.
By Stultus the Fool2 years ago in Fiction
Pilot
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Within the warm glare of that melting fire, bodies gathered around, desperate to clutch its warmth. As the flame danced amusing staring eyes, the silence of the room grew heavier and heavier. Here lay countless eyes that had seen countless wonders, each and every person had been entranced in some grand adventure unique and diverse in infinite mystery. These were Vangel warriors who had pledged their sword and soul to the immortal Venus. Under her eternal banner, they had found themselves in the midst of fantastic epics, great tales that they would now tell within the warmth of the cabin. Everything spoken was truth, so the question was now asked................. What happened?
By Stultus the Fool2 years ago in Horror