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There's a library in that direction. I've personally never been there before but I have this feeling that there's something pulling me toward it. I've always wondered what the reason was. As the light above was still a light red and several cars passed by, I had some extra time to think. I wasn't ready to go back home just yet. I don't know why I feel that way. Maybe considering that since this is the first time I've been independent and able to roam around where ever I wanted, I'll never know when the next time I could do something like thi...
Weekly Contest #301
“Miss Beaumont, what a pleasant surprise!” Ms. Taliesin exclaimed as she set down her old watering can. “Oh hello,” Estella smiled. There was a tall man standing beside her. Ms. Taliesin’s eyes widened at his appearance. He didn’t dress in armor but the amount of leather he had around his tunic and the dagger by his side clearly presented him as a huntsman. Unlike Miss Beaumont’s bright smile, he frowned. Dark circles were visible under his blank eyes. He looked toward the young noble, almost glaring. When his sight was noticed by Ms. Talies...
Weekly Contest #290
“Remember,” a rough voice instructed, “Do not draw too much attention to yourself and if you see any guards, stay low. Looking at you, Emory.” “Yeah yeah, whatever,” Emory muttered annoyingly as they followed behind their father and a couple of other misfits joining them. The group walked through the busy streets of a town, the sun shining above their heads. The wind picked up a bit as well, blowing the flag with the town’s rose symbol in the air and Emory’s dark hair over their green eyes. As they pushed their bangs aside, they looked aroun...
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