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Alaris' footsteps crunch against the snow. She tried to even out the weight of her body with every step she took, but the bow and arrows she carried made it hard to walk silently. The council had limited rations again, and her sisters were starving. First, they had limited the townsfolks' water supply, only turning it on every few days, and then they had taken their food.Β She tries not to be bitter, but it was ...
Margot thought about her grandmother as the boat rocked from side to side over the river. She thought about the lie she had told her when she left.Β βIβm just going to visit Leah.β She hoped she would make it back home before the sun rose.Β βThanks.β She told the oarmaster as she climbed out. He nodded as silent as he had been during the ride. He pushed off the shore and disappeared over the wate...
Darkness broke as soft morning light filtered through the cafe windows. Alicia hummed softly to herself as she began opening up the aptly named "Cuppa Joe" cafe. She prepped the oven, brewed coffee, and set up the snacks in their case.Β She grabbed a stool from the back and wrote the menu out on the chalkboard, adding her favorites as the daily specials. She glanced at the clock that sat above the front door. Eight minutes until the shop officially opened.Β She wiped the counters down and moved to wipe down the di...
Avelina followed the sound of a crying child down the basement stairs.Β "Why does it always have to be the basement?" she whined as the stairs creaked beneath her.Β Through the communications unit in her ear, she heard her older brother, Joseph, chuckle. A deep sound that made her smile even as her heart pounded from fear.Β "You know what's not in the basement? Your high school reunion," he laugh...
"What's wrong with you, Sandra? Why don't you like it?" Tyler, Sandra's husband, asked as she walked back into the kitchen. Sandy forced a smile on her face, "There's nothing wrong with it, Ty. You know I love this house, it's perfect." That was true. On the outside, the house was perfect. An old Victorian home that had been renovated right before the couple had moved in.Β The problem was the inside of the house. Sandy had let Tyler choose how to decorate it. The kitchen was covered in a light must...
The pain in Angelus' wrist was minimal, but she wasn't going to tell the doctor that. She sat on the emergency room bed, her headphones around her neck, looking around at the sight before her. The makeshift emergency bay of the little hospital was filled with patients. Angelus knew this was because of the recent raid in their small encampment, but she couldn't help but wonder if any of the patients were one of them
"C'mon Toyo, hurry up!" Toyo's brother, Sutton, called.Β "I'm almost ready!" Toyo shouted, running down the stairs after his brother. He was right, they were going to be late. Toyo needed to get to school nearly an hour before class started to avoid his bullies.Β "Sorry," he muttered to his brother as they walked out the door.Β "Don't be," his brother smiled and ruffled his hair. Sutton had a much b...
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