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( this story contains physical violence, minor substance abuse and one very jaded actor) Shattering glass sounds filled the kitchen, followed by a string of colorful swearing from Raymond after dropping the bourbon and trying to return it to the top shelf. Looking at the floor, Raymond scowled at the pool of wasted alcohol and shattered glass. "Perfect, just perfect.. Guess it just takes one big slip up to make a bigger mess" Raymond muttered quietly, the cigarette hanging limply from his lips while he rubbed his temple; grabbing a broom, h...
Weekly Contest #146
Dear Elliot Zion. I know that when this reaches you, it will not make sense. These words will only ignite your curiosity; that ambition to learn and discover is what will eventually make you become a master practitioner of the arcane arts. From the moment you found your latent power, both you and I recognized that you were destined to become a mage; I want to tell you how far you take that ambition and warn you of the darkness you may face. The elements of fire and ice are your tools of both destruction and creation. The earth you walk a...
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(Content warning: Swearing, Physical violence and implied drug and alcohol use ) I distinctly remember dreaming about riches and hot ladies when I woke up surrounded only by my poor life decisions and a hangover that could kill a goat. Looking around at my blurry surroundings with bleary eyes, I could make out the vague outline of a man in a five thousand dollar suit with his hands duct-taped together and his legs tied to a dining chair. After a moment of staring, I realized the poor bastard in the suit was me and that I was looking in a f...
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