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Submitted to Contest #224
It was late and I hadn't been sleeping well. Waking at all hours from nightmares and panic attacks I dread going to sleep every night. It’s a side effect from the war, but that hadn't been over for more than a few years. Sully, the one person in this world I trusted, was out. Gone off on whatever nighttime adventure tickled his fancy. He suffered from long-term trauma as well, not just from the most recent war. I was alone in the bookshop. The second floor's only source of light came from the dim glow of the moon, casting eerie shadows in od...
Submitted to Contest #211
Marceline had started her day off right. There was the smell of chai in the air, her lucky boots were still in one piece, and it was cleaning day in the library she worked for. The Library of the afterlife was typically messy, and messy meant dusty and rarely used. The only messes in this library were from Marceline herself and the occasional soul that wanted to pass time before moving on. There hadn't even been a demon in here since she could ever remember. Today was quiet, not a soul stirred in her space. So, she dusted. Hours...
There was a little shop on the corner of Huston and Macbeth. This particular shop contained various items, and the only entrance had iron bars. This shop was, in fact, a pawn shop.One day a man who called himself John Mertle came into the little shop. John was a collector of sorts. He collected items of a ranged value and if the item looked interesting he bought it. The man who owned the pawn shop liked John because John was a frequent customer.Today was a good day. Within five minutes of entering the little shop, John found something he had...
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