Our eyes met. The Prisoner sat in her chair, rigged up with electrodes and covered in sparkling spiraling death, plugged into the wall. Her mask made her smile, but her eyes were filled with the stifled rage of Fenrir, forever chasing after the moon. She was impaled, too. Long spires of rose stems kept her … Read moreGale Rising (Part 75)
The dense undergrowth bore less and less friendly flowers or almost paths as the horses walked through it. There soon came a point, to Lyn’s relief, where they had to stop using the horses while riding them or risk having their legs snapped off. “We should abandon them,” Lyn suggested. Three pairs of eyes glared … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 11)
Exploring the attic of your dead grandmother’s old house, you find 30 pieces of candy that when eaten, transports your conciousness to another, magical world (for 3 days in theirs and 3 minutes in ours). You find the love of your life in this world, but the candies are running out… She could punch through … Read more[WP] Exploring the attic of your dead grandmother’s old house, you find 30 pieces of candy that when eaten, transports your conciousness to another, magical world (for 3 days in theirs and 3 minutes in ours). You find the love of your life in this world, but the candies are running out…