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Karen - Shelter
As the solid fuel ignited, it illuminated the night of its harsh light. Under the tremendous force of the rocket, the ground shook. As the rocket went its way in the air, a bunch of people close to the launching pad cheered. But many more shed a tear. “What are we doing?” One year earlier. They exited the small bomb shelter and had an understanding look. That would be just perfect. The man approached the realtor and put his hand on his shoulder. “I think we need to talk.” He said as he led him to a nearby table. Negotiations went on for close to an hour before everything was agreed upon and signed. “Since the house is currently empty, as soon as all the legal work is done, you will be able to get in.” said the realtor while shaking their hands. Already, plans were forming. As they headed back to their small apartment, they discussed on how to rearrange the house, or rather the bomb shelter. “I think it’s going to be just great, Karen.” “A dream come true, Phil.” “We’ll finally
Literature
The Adopted
Tressa's life was one cut into halves. There was her life before the car accident that took the lives of her parents when she was nine and her life after with Miss Meghan Eckards. One would consider a child of her age with no extended family to have been lucky to find someone that was willing to adopt them. Tressa couldn't see it as such when it all began.
All Tressa knew was her world was torn from her and this strange perfectionist of a 23 year old was taking her away to a new town far away. Not that Meghan was at all a bad lady. She seemed to fully understand what Tressa was going through and sympathized with her. She praised the little d
Literature
The Leash
Echoing footsteps, a jingling chain, and muffled voices were all that she could hear since she was dragged into the building. A leather blindfold wrapped around her head, and was quite effective at blocking out light – Spade-like shapes blocked her eyes, but the downward-aiming point made sure to flex over her cheek so not an ounce of light could seep in. Though not really struggling too much, she was quite stringently bound, what mattered was remaining calm and picking up senses – The cool tiles that made up the floor, something minute was raised – Possibly an arrow or line system painted on the ground? The gentle w
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I've been sitting on this chapter for far too long. I had hoped to resolve the story in it, but instead I seem to have opened up more. I hit such a good stopping point that I have to be content with the shorter length.
Part 3 will actually involve going to court, which I hope to make an interesting situation!
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I've been sitting on this chapter for far too long. I had hoped to resolve the story in it, but instead I seem to have opened up more. I hit such a good stopping point that I have to be content with the shorter length.
Part 3 will actually involve going to court, which I hope to make an interesting situation!
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Hello and nice to meet you. I just stumbled in here after you were kind enough to favorite one of my images… and wow, am I glad I did.
This story, through three two chapters now, is absolutely riveting. I love how oppressive the setting feels. You’ve done such a great job really expressing just how terribly the deck is stacked against even a smart free-woman like Stel!
And the bail terms! Oh my goodness, the moment when she accepts it and then discovers the increased trend of those orifice-holders. I absolutely love it.
This is so damned hot!