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Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
The clouds wisped across the sky covering it in a thin gray veil giving a slight chill to the afternoon when the breeze picked up from the river. It would first blow calmly, and then it would slap Rondell's face as he walked towards the waterfront. The wind was his excuse for his scowling expression. But there was no excuse
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
Tori pushed the button on the phone and sighed heavily. She wasn't sure why she couldn't just ask Dell for Stick's number over the phone. She walked over to the window seat and looked into the horizon. It was steel gray and the only lavender she was able to detect was a small patch woven like thread into a distant cirrus cloud.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
Sticks sat for a long time on the edge of his desk staring at the wall unit containing several picture frames. He focused on one particular frame. It was an unusually large, silver frame containing a faded picture of him and Dre. They were both wearing furry Kangols and suede warm up suits accented by large gold rope chains. They held large goblets in their hands showing off to the camera.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
From a very young age, she knew if anyone called her Victoria they obviously didn’t know her. Or she was in trouble. Tori was barely a toddler when the house became empty. She remembered Grandma crying, talk of an accident, then her father's room became an untouched shrine.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
"Temporal Tapestry: Unraveling the Threads of Time"
Chapter 1: Shadows of Time In the quaint town of Willowbrook, time seemed to flow in a predictable rhythm, its inhabitants blissfully unaware of the extraordinary mysteries that lay hidden beneath its tranquil facade. James, a young historian with an insatiable appetite for untangling the enigmas of the past, had always sensed a deeper layer of history lurking within the cobblestone streets and centuries-old buildings. Yet, it wasn't until the peculiar shifts in time began to reveal themselves that James's curiosity reached an all-consuming fervor.
By Srivatsan A3 years ago in Fiction
Iris, Prince Don, and the Phoenix Feather Lantern, Part 2
Iris plummeted off the cliff, goggled at green rushing closer, yelled at herself, and yanked the cord to release her chute. With a jerk she was suspended, and breathed again. The bright purple of Prince Don's parachute spread below her, and hesitantly she pulled at one of the toggles on her own to steer towards him.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
Crazy-ass Cryptids: The Great Sasquatch-Potato Heist of 2009
It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving, 2009. The campground was bustling, full of young scouts, and huge trucks stacked with supplies made their last deliveries for the week.
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)3 years ago in Fiction
