as written by barney_fife and Ylanne
The sun was hanging low over the horizon as Kathryn was preparing to pack for her training with the TIB. Several suitcases were packed with her personal belongings, or rather those that were approved for her to bring with for her training.
She was...
as written by Krysis
The faded older woman was telling her story again. The grand kids that met a fatal end in traffic right before her eyes, when her aching hands could not hold them back. It was tragic and morbid, and just plain sad, but a story repeated lost impact. Of course putting it into...
as written by Calcos
The muffled churning of the rotors atop the helicopter could be heard from within the cargo area, where Samedi and two Skull Society enforcers sat, watching as the man opposite them squirmed awake, a black cloth sack shrouding his visage and masking his own vision as well...
as written by Saarai and Calcos
Mark stood behind the counter of his deli, newspaper in hand with his eyes on the sports section. He was an older man, kind of chubby and with a thick mustache. The deli had a few people inside eating, including a few members of the Hammer & Star Bratva. They had...
as written by Calcos
It was an enigmatic, megalithic structure looming gracefully over the midnight outskirts of the city. Myriad houses lined the outer rim of the grand metropolitan locale, their lights snuffed out as the denizens within slept, unaware of the strange, eldritch spire that...
as written by Calcos
He approached the podium with an air of confidence about him, his eyes fixated on the crowd that had gathered outside of City Hall, their excited cheers filling the air with a cacophonous uproar that brought a smile to his lips. His ran a hand through his platinum hair...
as written by Calcos
The chapel was just as uninhabitable as the rest of the Normans, bearing the same tells of the entirety of the city district; crumbling, decaying infrastructure adorned the whole of the edifice, its once-pearly white columns cracked and dirty with ash and mold. The carpet...
as written by Calcos
The riotous noise of the engine was like a predator's growl, the darkened beast swiftly advancing down the dead-end roadway, pushing around gusts of wind with its behemoth mass, whipping around the air and causing it to bend the blades of grass beside the asphalt. The trees...
as written by Calcos
Out on the dance floor, the obnoxiously over-loud tones of goth rock blared over the loudspeakers, as people moved and swayed to the macabre instrumentation and dull, somber vocals. The Voodoo Chile was a haven for the peculiar and downright weird; a select few of those...
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