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Picture this; #453
What’s behind door number five?
It was one success and one failure, really. The dawn had come again at a price; but a debt which was only half paid.
Maybe the world didn’t need to know. Perhaps no one truly needed to be aware of what still walked amongst them. And what knew.
Years had passed. Nearly a generation; children born in the dark grew up in the sun and had begun having children of their own. Those who’d lived through the darkness were fewer, perhaps, but they remained to pass their stories on. Their blood. Their hope.
And at first, little seemed out of place. Life was returning, but with it also death. No one particularly noticed one morning when dawn claimed a couple of drunks out in the desert north of Hammerhead. They’d caused their own end, perhaps.
Someone hunting just outside of Malmalam may have simply tripped and fallen down a steep incline as dawn’s first light shone, tragedy enough that not even wild beasts would approach the corpse.
The bartender at Galdin Quay, though. Dropping dead at the start of his shift well into his third week, tray of glasses going down with him, all reflecting the beauty of dawn’s light and the shadow of the prison island off in the distance.
Shame. Such a shame.
Picture this; #450
Their dreams of late had all been the same: they climbed up an endless rockface, relentless in their pursuit for what lay at the top with the ever present knowledge that something followed. Yet once they awoke they could not remember what they had wanted nor the nature of their pursuer. The question was why were they having such dreams?
Picture this; #433
Detectives are on the case to return a stolen piece of jewellery, however each time they think they have caught the culprit the suspect has no memories past the day of the theft.
Picture this; #444
The royal halls were decorated with generations of the family, each artfully posed with their effects and preserved in blocks of resin upon their death as was tradition, a final portrait that embodied their legacy.
Picture this; #446
A previously disembodied being’s first experience of taking a mortal form.
Picture this; #426
A robot was created for the sole purpose of falling in love. But was that wise?
Picture this; #413
Each household was required to display their government mandated flowers on every windowsill of their house. Why?
