Continued: I can’t tell what it is that’s climbing down the tiny hole to us. Before I have the chance to think about it, though, Finn’s half-running, half-crawling at me, and he taps my shoulder, indicating I should follow him down the tunnel. But I don’t need telling; I’m right on... Continue Reading →
It had just been here, and now we can’t find it. “Uh.” I say, feeling the space in front of me with confusion. “Where’s the Door?” Finn stands at my right, but I can barely make him out. His relaxed stance from a... Continue Reading →
While there is no full installment of the Adventures of Elizabeth Shelley, here's a short interlude in which Hayden and Elizabeth begin their next writing session, and Elizabeth hints at things to come in our story. I knock three times with my knuckles on the oak door. The door was a deep... Continue Reading →
This week there is no installment for the Adventures of Elizabeth Shelley, but rather an individual short story written over a prompt for a class. I plan to post more individual stories such as this one, along with the continued series of the Adventures of Elizabeth Shelley, which will hopefully return next week.... Continue Reading →
Continued: Something’s hitting my right shoulder. Repeatedly. And it hurts. “Elizabeth!” I hear someone say my name from miles away, and then my shoulder is hit again. I groan. Pain sprinkles from the top of my head as I slowly wake up. I... Continue Reading →
Breathe in. Breathe out. Cock the elbow back. And, snap. Through the blaring music, I hear the satisfying crack of the knife notching into the board. I smirk; it’s right on the bullseye. As it should be, granted that I’ve been... Continue Reading →
Continued: I blink wildly, Campestris’ bright sun temporarily blinding me. Once I readjust, I sit on my knees, looking out at the expanse and thanking the heavens I haven’t ever misfired and landed off the plateau. I'm still breathing heavy, and I softly rub my neck where I still feel Sigiwald's... Continue Reading →
Continued: In a flash, I bend at the waist, yanking the hands that hold mine down. The guards are pulled down, one by each arm, and their heavy helmets clang against each other. Disoriented, the guards loosen their grip just enough for me to somersault forward, slipping out from under them... Continue Reading →
Continued: “I hate to be that person,” I lean toward the guard next to me, “but, like, are we there yet?” We’ve been walking for twenty minutes with the guards; the only sounds are the buzzing of the lamps and the clunking of the guard’s heavy footsteps.... Continue Reading →
Wham! I smack directly into someone else’s forehead and fall to the ground. Grabbing my head in pain, I blink away the stars in my eyes. Mumbling an apology, I hear laughter trickling from a few feet away. “Shut up, Finn.” I say,... Continue Reading →
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