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Telltale crimson trail
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
The anticipation to see her, finally, was too much. I stood with the bouquet of red, thorny foliage by my side, waiting for her to take its place.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 It’s early the next morning, and the second day without Preston. Mary and Nia are in pajamas and supposed to login from their home office soon; they both work the 4:00am to noon shift.
Shimmers Between Worlds
The ice crystals swirl in the freezing air, snow forming before his face. As the wind picks up, the snow shards move faster and faster in a flurry around his head, making him lose track of his surroundings. Not knowing which way is up and which is right, he shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he can see the image forming, clear as it can be through the blizzard happening before this wall of ice - he sees himself from the back, trading goods at an outdoor market - in another world, another life. He sees where he is somewhere else. Another gust of wind and a new flurry of snow, reveals the image of him cozy in a cabin, before a warming fireplace, holding his newborn daughter, his wife sitting beside them - a family he doesn't have here.
I open the front door sitting on the stoop, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders. Cupping my steamy mug in my hands, pondering. I can smell it in the air, the crisp, frosty humidity. It's different from the sticky wetness you feel in the summer and the dry prickling breeze of the temperate desert winters. This cold seeps into your bones, you feel the steam in your nose and the dampness in your boots.
Lady of the Flies
Kathy had been cleaning out the space under the sink and had found all sorts of nasty chemicals in aerosols and spray packs. Did these sort of things have a use-by date?
Frostbite bloomed in Anya’s feet. There were holes in her boots - so many in fact that she may have swapped her shoes with slicks of Swiss cheese, and wouldn’t have noticed a difference. She yearned to free herself from the sludge that was bloating her toes… but her father would never allow it. Her boots, along with Anya herself, cost more than they were worth.
Your mind, as frozen as your body, can’t make sense of this. There is nothing to see but blinding darkness. The only sound, your chattering teeth.
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Waste Summoner: The Rebellious Little Evil Consort
Pain is the only sensation Yun Bei can currently feel. Her skin is torn, her flesh lacerated, causing her agony so intense it feels as if her heart and lungs are being ripped apart. She attempts to move slightly, only to be greeted by the clinking sound of chains.
Adriana looked out of her hiding place in the library of the ruined temple of Apollo. This was the one place in her city, Valora, she was sure that none of the wild, painted barbarians would bother to pillage and burn. The smoke from the fires in the rest of the temple had wafted away, the ashes were all cold now, and the screams of the dying had faded away, too.
Every night, I cry myself to sleep, knowing I will die, and every morning, I wake up to the sounds of my screams from the same nightmare I dream every night, and this is how it goes…
The Hunt For a New Toy
I stalked the detective through the dreamscape less and less. He got stronger, left hospital. Thinner, and prone to trembling, but still basically fine. He returned to work, and was put on desk duty.
WORLD OF TWIN
Mom gave birth to twin, congratulations to her, they are all girls. The first child ‘Beauty’ was very beautiful, a carbon copy of her name, very plump, fair, loved by all, compare to the second girl.
My Future Past
Wow, that was one hell of a New Year’s Eve party. At least, the parts I remember were. I don’t understand what made the room spin so erratically while the antique grandfather clock was ringing in its welcome to 2024. At least I think we were celebrating 2024. I seem to remember an old-fashioned TV broadcasting Dick Clark’s Rocking New Year’s Eve, and the banners read 1980. The other odd thing is everyone vanished from the party just as the final chime struck. Now that I think about it, I have no idea where that old clock came from, because I’ve never owned one. It just showed up, chimed twelve times, and poof, it’s gone again. Maybe what I need is a couple of aspirin and a cup of coffee.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Casey is infuriated by what he finds in the recovered transcript. He’s having trouble calming down, so he goes for a run in the park for an hour to blow off some steam. When he’s finished, he has a seat on an empty bench and takes out his phone and emails Nia a copy of the heartbreaking message thread. A few minutes later, she replies in disbelief.
DVU's SledgeHammer: The Hunt For Leatherface
Chapter 1: Origins In the bustling city of Gotham, there lived a man named Cameron Ford. By day, he was a mild-mannered private detective, but by night, he transformed into the powerful superhero known as SledgeHammer. Cameron possessed the superhuman abilities of both Superman and Wolverine – strength, invulnerability, rapid healing, and razor-sharp claws. His mission was to protect the innocent and bring justice to those who threatened the peace. Cameron had also come from another universe which is called The Dark Universe where he fought all sorts of demons and vampires in a world without superheroes which led him through many fights and enemies like Mickey Maguire, a superhuman killing machine that went on a murder spree in Canada then he would take on the Devil's First Born son, Antony Valor which would lead through the Gates Of Hell where he would fight legendary slashers and a horde of undead just to get to him because of the events in the Violent One's story. He would be victorious in that fight but he would have to fight Valor's father, Lucifer which would be the ultimate fight of his life.
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