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“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
WanderingShadow, an orphaned Wolf-Human crossbreed, has just escaped from a Vampire feeding house after 10 years of imprisonment. Though his mental scars are deep, he’s 16 now and eager to find his place in the world and be happy. Determined to never see another Vampire again, his plans are put to a sudden halt when he witnesses the death of a large Vampiric man. Before he even has a chance to process what’s happened, a young Vampiric girl comes running up to him, begging for him to save her from the “monsters.” Even though Vampires are the very “monsters” he’s trying to avoid, can he really turn away from the small girl whose life is suddenly thrust into his hands?
The East River is sprinkled with no fewer than ninety-five corpses and undercover agent Monica, known as the White Lady, is dispatched to Mumbai. Indiai's mesh of rivaling villains, who run red-light districts from New York to Sydney are flooding the illegal organ markets of the world with fresh goods, and Monica is determined to bring them to justice.
For the Drabbles competition, a story of Honest Dan Hughes and his attempts to ensure runaway slaves taste freedom.
In April of 1860, on her 17th birthday, Anne’s father gave her Wexford, a 15,000-acre cotton and tobacco plantation. He also gave her a new body servant, whom Anne named Moragan.
Moragan is not a conventional slave. She is about 10, Irish, and has a habit of speaking her mind – a trait that annoys Anne profoundly! Moragan, does not know the rules and conventions of being a slave – much less being a body servant, so Anne trains her. It is not an easy task for either one of them, and Moragan is certain her behind will be completely worn away before she learns to behave!
As America begins to fall apart at the seams, Anne and Moragan begin to forge a completely different relationship. Moragan runs Wexford House for Anne, and she learns what it means to be a slave from both perspectives: owner and owned. Anne always reminds Moragan that she and all the other servants are only stock, and not ‘people’.
Both of them are products of their time: and as Anne learns how to govern the society under her, she and Moragan discover who they truly are.
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
WanderingShadow, an orphaned Wolf-Human crossbreed, has just escaped from a Vampire feeding house after 10 years of imprisonment. Though his mental scars are deep, he’s 16 now and eager to find his place in the world and be happy. Determined to never see another Vampire again, his plans are put to a sudden halt when he witnesses the death of a large Vampiric man. Before he even has a chance to process what’s happened, a young Vampiric girl comes running up to him, begging for him to save her from the “monsters.” Even though Vampires are the very “monsters” he’s trying to avoid, can he really turn away from the small girl whose life is suddenly thrust into his hands?
The East River is sprinkled with no fewer than ninety-five corpses and undercover agent Monica, known as the White Lady, is dispatched to Mumbai. Indiai's mesh of rivaling villains, who run red-light districts from New York to Sydney are flooding the illegal organ markets of the world with fresh goods, and Monica is determined to bring them to justice.
For the Drabbles competition, a story of Honest Dan Hughes and his attempts to ensure runaway slaves taste freedom.
In April of 1860, on her 17th birthday, Anne’s father gave her Wexford, a 15,000-acre cotton and tobacco plantation. He also gave her a new body servant, whom Anne named Moragan.
Moragan is not a conventional slave. She is about 10, Irish, and has a habit of speaking her mind – a trait that annoys Anne profoundly! Moragan, does not know the rules and conventions of being a slave – much less being a body servant, so Anne trains her. It is not an easy task for either one of them, and Moragan is certain her behind will be completely worn away before she learns to behave!
As America begins to fall apart at the seams, Anne and Moragan begin to forge a completely different relationship. Moragan runs Wexford House for Anne, and she learns what it means to be a slave from both perspectives: owner and owned. Anne always reminds Moragan that she and all the other servants are only stock, and not ‘people’.
Both of them are products of their time: and as Anne learns how to govern the society under her, she and Moragan discover who they truly are.