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Frankie in Wonderland Ch3Frank jumped as the door shut its self and when he turned around there appeared to be no evidence that there was ever a door there to begin with, "because that's not freaky at all." He muttered before looking back towards the dark forest in front of him. Frank wondered if it was wise to walk through the mass of trees, it didn't look very safe, you never know what could be lurking in there. But there was a pathway, meaning someone must have walked through here before. So with a deep breath of confidence Frank started his journey.
The forest didn't turn out to be that bad once Frank found himself something to preoccupy his mind with, and of course this thing would just so happen to be Zacky. He found himself wondering what he could wear tonight that would grab Zacky's attention without looking like he was trying too hard. Then he pictured all types of scenarios which ended up in a make-out session on Zacky's bed, away from peering eyes.
Frank smiled away to himself before tripping over
When the World goes Wrong-Chapter 4Frank was not so sure about this new arrival in their group. He was certainly happy to see another human around, but he stayed close to Zacky never the less. It was clear to Frank though that Pete, one other in the group, had taken an interest. What with his little input earlier, but maybe Frank was just reading too much into it. Frank was sat on the edge of the bank quite a distance away from Ryan, but watching him all the same, sipping on his small metal cup of water that Zacky had given him to drink. From what he could tell, Ryan was very jumpy, he was wondering around approaching and watching them all carefully, like he thought at any second one of them would attack him; but Frank couldn't blame him, he was thinking the same about him. It was like Ryan was walking on thin ice, at any minute it could break. Although he approached people he quickly left, not saying a word to them. Frank stared up at Ryan as he started walking towards him, only to quickly turn around again making Fran
When the World goes Wrong-Chapter 2The panic from the screams, caused by the cuts which were made to exchange the blood. In one simple sentence the whole ordeal is summed up. All this death; it's the end of the world and it's all so simple.
The sun shined down, blinding Frank slightly as he tried to keep a positive mood while trudging through the dense forest. The trees surrounded him, looming over his head, and he didn't know whether he'd already seen certain trees before, they all looked so similar. The ground beneath his converse covered feet looked somewhat undisturbed, so the chances of running into someone unknown were not very high. But in this day and age you couldn't be too careful. Frank though, tried to be optimistic; it's all he could really do. So people were dead, or had gone completely crazy. He had a scrape across his face from the wall he'd run into, and hadn't had a bath in about three weeks. His hair was greasy to touch and stood on end, no longer having a healthy look to it. But he was still alive; a
Frankie in Wonderland Ch2Frank kept his eyes tightly shut as he prepared for his death but it never came. He could still feel himself falling. 'Surely I should have hit the bottom by now?" Frank thought to himself, but minutes ticked by and still he had not stopped. Deciding he might as well see what the hell was going on, he dug up the confidence to open his eyes, but very slowly mind you. Surrounding him was something very peculiar. The sides of the now very large hole were covered in wall lights. Every so often book shelves would pass, and Frank found himself reaching out to get one titled 'The Art of Futterwacken.' Frank frowned slightly at the book before placing it back on a next passing shelve. He emitted a loud sigh and drummed his fingers on his chin. Although he did wonder when he'd reach the bottom, he couldn't find himself brave enough to look down. His surroundings began to become clearer and brighter, as he started to slow down, to the very point where he was merely hovering in the air but n
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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