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The Afterlife - Chapter 1Death. It's not how you'd imagine it. No screaming pain as you're ravaged by the furnace of hell. No cotton clouds drifting around Utopia, nor any peaceful lullabies serenading you to a tranquil eternity. It wasn't nothing, either. No, death is a reception desk, and I waited in line for it behind a pro-wrestler and a nun. If it weren't for the brochures lining the room – 'Death: What to Expect', 'Life in the Afterlife' and 'So Now You're Dead'- I would have thought I was waiting to book a dentist appointment. “Next.” A droning voice called me up, to face the receptionist at the death desk. AThe Afterlife - Chapter 1
by ~MythologicalReality
Chapter 2 - 8 years later...Constance crouched by the doorway by the entrance hall of her manor, a dull numbness ebbing through the leg she leaned upon. She glanced up at the clock. It would be midday soon.Chapter 2 - 8 years later...
On Friday morning, being a well-bred young woman had appealed little to the girl, and, because of this, she shirked her needlework lesson to go to the Narcote markets. Really, she could not envision a time when it would ever be useful to know how to sew. Surely such a monotonous task should be the job of servants.
At the market, she had been most alarmed to see that William Osmer, the most esteemed witch-hunter in the Kingdom of Dvereland, was bac
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Prologue to my new projectA soft breeze barely rustled the grass in Narcote Village, and the bright sun gave the crisp day an illusion of warmth. Even the Royal Castle, atop Addinell Hill seemed to smile upon the town, though its smile was a smirk of smug superiority. Perhaps it was just because Spring had come at last, to put an end to the dreary days of the past winter, but there was something in the air, that day that made Narcote Village bustle with life.Prologue to my new project
Young Constance Milborrow ran around the field outside her cottage. Her mother, Mavis, sat outside also, watching the girl play while lost in thought. She thought of Rycroft Milborro
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'Nameless' PrologueNightfall came stealthily; it stalked daylight like a predatory beast and obscured daylight with a dusky veil of twilight. The sapphire hues of the sky faded into obsidian shades and silhouetted vast, mountainous peaks. A village nestled amongst these hills.'Nameless' Prologue
A young sentry atop the highest summit watched the first star twinkle into sight. He raising a horn to his lips and blew a thunderous warning to his people. Then, wasting hno time, he scrambled to safety. In the small cave on the hillside, he had lit a dull fire, which he now sat by, his legs pulled close to his chest, savouring what heat he could. &nb
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12: Insanity"Sanity is not statistical." - George Orwell12: Insanity
He led me down the narrow grey corridor. The ancient fluorescent light strips flickered as we passed; a damp miasma hung stickily just below the ceiling, condensing blackly to trickle down the walls. The clammy, clinging feeling of the air told me we were underground. At length, we reached a door: a cold metal portal, covered in bolts, with a heavy lock, and bars across its window. He opened it to let me in. It was filled with people. Most of them were old people, old and withered, with a dazed, confused look about them, but some were fairly young. Some we
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