The Old MissionThe Old MissionThe Old Mission by ~Haephasto
As he opened his eyes, Jason could see that he was in the middle of a forest. His wrists stung from the ropes that had been tied around them and his head throbbed painfully. Two men stood next to him. "Ah, you're awake," the one on the left said. His eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared worried. There were bags under them, softening the sternness of his bearded face. "Listen carefully, son." Jason's mouth was not covered, but he was too groggy to do anything other than listening. The man continued: "I'm sorry for what we had to do to you, but there was no other way. It has to be fed, you see, and we can't let you go unless you confront it. You must have all sorts of questions, but they will have to wait until you come back." He hesitated a moment, then added: "If you come back."
"Where are my shoes? What are you " Jason started, dizzily getting to his feet. The other man turned to leave him. "If you come back," the older one repeated, turning ass well "I really hop
The Scheme - Part 4Slowly, her fingers slid across the paper of the photo book. It was covered in dust. She had always intentionally left that particular photo book at the back of her bookcase. The book contained pictures of a long time ago, a time before she was forced to return to work as a teacher to make sure that she'd maintain a steady income. Her previous husband had been very rich, so she still had some money stashed away, but she had never wanted to touch it again afterThe Scheme - Part 4 by ~Haephasto
The pictures had lost a bit of their color, but were still clear enough. She looked for one in particular. Wedding photos honeymoon .dinner .another dinner cinema .There it was: the picture that someone else had taken, the picture showing them together. She was sure of it now. This was where she had seen the man before. "I finally found you again, Alex," she muttered to herself, "I am coming to help you." A soft thud marked the closing of the photo book. She had already looked up the address and was
If Wishes Were HorsesIf Wishes Were Horses by ~chainedknee
Candice handed over the cash for the cotton candy and started munching on it.
Her friend, Tamara, gave her an undisguised look of disgust as they strolled through the carnival grounds.
"What?" Candice asked, her voice partially muffled with a mouthful of cotton candy.
"I thought you were trying to lose weight." Tamara told her.
"Look at me. I've lived off carrot sticks for years and I still look like a beached whale. So forget dieting. If I am going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it."
Tamara emitted a disgusted sigh.
"What?" Candice prodded. "Like you're a poster child for perseverance. You're not goint to college just because you didn't get into Harvard."
"That's different." Tamara protested. "I've always been the best at school. I can't take settling for second place. If I can't get into Harvard, what's the point?"
"That's just what I'm saying. If I can't have the body I want, then what's the point? Man, like w