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Danse Macabre
"No one gets inside without a proper donation!" It was difficult to hear the man, even as he shouted over the howling wind and blustering snow. Nicholas Moon could not make out all the words, but the general meaning was not lost on him. Still, he feigned ignorance as he leaned forward, cupping his ear with his hand.
Endure
The walk towards the scrapers had been long, and particularly hard on the old sandals Hitoshi was wearing. Travelling in the heat, across the rocks, they'd basically become no more than flaps of fabric, barely held together by the tape he'd lucked upon on his journey.
Cassie MasonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Inquisitor
Dust fell as the clock creaked its steady symphony. Tick… tock… Round and round the hands went playing their roles for an audience that had long since departed. No encore would be played when the performance ends. Each tick rattles the frame imperceptibly causing the wood to shudder and creak. Each creak shouts to the world "I am alive" but the world isn't listening. Instead the only purpose of this once proud device is to wind down its life and to harbour within its workings a locket.
Jacob Alistaire McCronePublished 3 years ago in FictionBack to the World
Jones walked by the shattered storefront long bare of all goods, and paused. The city was silent. Jones had always like noise; noise let him know what to listen for. It was a false comfort, of course, like sitting with his back to a wall in a restaurant. In reality that just limited his options for when a nutjob inevitably kicked in the door and started shooting. Inevitable in his mind, of course, such a thing happening was always more rare than his stacked mountain of untreated disorders forced him to believe.
Kenton SoletherPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 2
V We were three days out of Harbortown, headed west-northwest toward the tiny Chunga Islands on the edge of the Blue and North Seas. We sailed under a mariner flag, which had a sea-green background with Neptune’s golden trident pointed downward. A trident is like a barbed, three-pronged pitchfork. It was a custom of the seas to fly a banner signifying who you were – mariners, merchants, fishermen, whalers, gypsies, and even pirates observed the custom.
Ted LacksonenPublished 3 years ago in FictionThat Goddamned Locket
A locket. A goddamned locket. That’s what started this. Not the election. Not the bills, the laws, not even the jack-booted Storm Troopers.
ButtbuttassmanPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat's Inside
What is inside? “Do not open”, they say. “Terrible troubles will unfold. Do not open!” But with every step my tired feet take upon the ash laden land, my curiosity grows.
Trinity LawsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionAiken Park
Malcolm Bello met a girl from the inevitable future in one of his walks. Malcolm Bello walked in the morning. There weren’t too many people in the park at 7 A.M. So, Malcolm felt at ease. His vitality in the morning was not necessarily because of a goodnight's sleep but from his habit of drinking instant coffee. He was an avid consumer of instant coffee, and after years of drinking that type of java, he found out that it did not affect his balance, in reference to his nerves. It did not make them worse. Malcolm Bello was born with mild cerebral palsy. The exercise (although he had just taken it up) was a great remedy to improve his body equity.
Ted GuevaraPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Test
Avery was getting used to this, or as used to something as one could get. Deep down though, he hated it. He was not used to, even after all this time, the “talk”.
ADAM GOLDSMITHPublished 3 years ago in FictionFulfillment
Sergio can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. The problem is that he’s a romantic. Always has been. But I guess that’s what made him such a great soldier when we served together.
The Hajarta
I When the bell rang six times, Wishla knew it was time. He would be coming for her, and he would be bringing everyone.
Bryan LeedsPublished 3 years ago in Fiction