Mission Minor Complication 8 by 5UNNYR4Y3, literature
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Mission Minor Complication 8
Alex felt the rumbling through the door as the handle turned. His heart was slamming in his chest, demanding an explanation. Why would he agree to trust this… being… enough to not kill him or maim him as soon as the door was opened? He scuttled back a few extra feet (which only succeeded in getting him 6 inches further from the door) and landed backwards on his behind for his troubles.
That’s how Celeste came to find him when the door was open; sitting on the tile, looking pale and shaken, and probably more bruised than before. He swallowed shakily. She was still so close. And her gaze was far too familiar, like high scho
Mission Minor Complication 7 by 5UNNYR4Y3, literature
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Mission Minor Complication 7
Celeste didn't even have time to celebrate being remembered as her shy, younger self; there was a little man on the table who had just lost his marbles from this new information.
“Are you SHITTING ME? Are you out of your MIND AGENT LATIFF?!” Senior Agent David Neilson was no longer sitting, oh no; somehow, even with his size he still managed to sound intimidating. Celeste actually flinched, and she just knew Alex did, too.
“Wait David, just hold on—“ but Neilson just went on like he hadn’t been interrupted, and he didn't take too kindly to being called by his first name, under the circumstances. It was al
The bright, claustrophobic str by 5UNNYR4Y3, literature
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The bright, claustrophobic str
The bright, claustrophobic streets of the town made Natalie smile. Everything was fast-paced, crazy, noisy, your heart beating in your ears as car horns blare past, so close you could reach out with your elbow still bent, and touch metal. Natalie took it all in stride. This was her world, her place in life, from a small town girl, to a woman in the big city as of five years ago. Natalie’s mother often complained that she didn’t have more connections in her new home, but the less social life fit Natalie more, anyway. She preferred to read, and write, and be productive, more than anything else. She always winced as she passed the ob
I wonder when it all changed….
When did you fall?
When did you say
That the world wasn’t full of happy days
And bright sunlight?
I wish I could have seen you then.
A child, so carefree
And happy to be
In this world of your making and whimsy.
But the world shifts, and continues to turn
And you shifted with it,
To morph and survive
Scarred and burned by this new life
Of responsibility and pain.
The fantasy left you; an imagination
Left on the other side,
In the rain, to shun
This reality called life.
But I will reach out to you through the dark;
I can help you through it all
If you will take my hand.
I reach, though you can't
It has been rumored that something rather odd might be in the old, unfinished library in your town.
The library was in the middle of construction (and almost finished) when it was suddenly abandoned as a project. Apparently, funds didn't cover the rest of the building.
Choose any of the following
1. You were dared by friends to stay one night in the abandoned building! (ghost story-ish)
2. You are curious and go alone, of your own accord (Sci-fi character encounter)
3. You, and a friend visit the library! (something very creepy is in that library!!!!)