Ruff Start

Rael erupted from the foliage that obscured his escape, arms burning from the unaccustomed burden that bore down on them. Wrapped tight in his arms was a glinting suit of silver armour engraved with intricate writings in a language that he had been...

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New Property (3/3)

When he awoke to the swaying golden-green rays of filtered sunlight, he knew immediately that it was getting late. However, he felt no rush to get home, nor any anxiety of what his parents would think of him being out so long. Sweater and hat...

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New Property (2/3)

Gered awoke the next day from the most unsettling dreams. He shook his head, and the fading feelings vanished. He sat up and immediately remembered that he had fallen asleep without pants on. His pained expression flushed as he looked down. It...

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New Property (1/3)

The sun had begun to dip into the horizon by the time Gered pulled up in the small yellow taxi. He handed the driver some bills and grabbed his duffle bag as he left the vehicle. "Nice house," the driver commented. "Yeah, thanks," Gered said...

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Lonesome no More

Alex stumbled wearily through the dark woods, one heavy paw grudgingly placed after the other. His oak coloured fur was tussled, bedraggled, and matted with dirt. His body was sore and aching, each step harder to take than the last. Exhausted, he...

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Dog's Life

Caleb frowned as he strolled past the playground on his way back home. Sighing briefly, he walked on dejectedly. Ever since moving out, life had really battered at him, leaving him a lonesome depressed husk. Rent costs, chores and constant stress...

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At Least I'm Not Cold Anymore

Jack strolled confidently between the tall pine trees of the dank forest, footfalls landing softly on the damp forest floor. His usual pale face was flushed and scrunched up in a scowl. His olive eyes were narrowed at the ground upon which he tread,...

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Midnight Massacre

An obsidian sky hung over the man with a heavy overcoat that clung to his shoulders. An eerie abode soon came to view, and with huffs of condensed breaths, the man rang the doorbell. There was a low thrum of beating and jubilant ambiance that bled...

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