The trees’ leaves rustled in the distance. The sky was ink black, and occasionally lightning illuminated the clearing. Right next to the maze of trees stood a small cottage under the heavy rain.
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mei.szabo
Mar 06, 2020
Dodging the rain drops, which trickled slowly down onto his newly polished shoes, he ran toward the small cottage in hurry. This seemed like a normal scene but if you looked closely enough; you would see a sharp blade, glistening in the quick bolts of lighting, tucked between the pages of the map. As he began to open the creaky, wood paneled door; he knew his wasn't alone as an extra shadow, with no owner, crept towards him.
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mei.szabo
Mar 06, 2020
"Is he waiting for me?" he contemplated, "why should I care? This map the villagers gave me would be more than sufficient." His gaze lingers on the window of the badly lid house. His minds twirl. "I hate the rain." he cursed, edging toward the cottage, as if it was the rain that draws him onwards.
Dodging the rain drops, which trickled slowly down onto his newly polished shoes, he ran toward the small cottage in hurry. This seemed like a normal scene but if you looked closely enough; you would see a sharp blade, glistening in the quick bolts of lighting, tucked between the pages of the map. As he began to open the creaky, wood paneled door; he knew his wasn't alone as an extra shadow, with no owner, crept towards him.
"Is he waiting for me?" he contemplated, "why should I care? This map the villagers gave me would be more than sufficient." His gaze lingers on the window of the badly lid house. His minds twirl. "I hate the rain." he cursed, edging toward the cottage, as if it was the rain that draws him onwards.