Poltergeist/polter
Late at night, as you settle into bed, your phone chimes with a message from your ex - the same ex who only contacts you when high. Despite promising yourself you wouldn't engage, curiosity gets the better of you when you see he's sent a photo. As memories of your complicated relationship flood back - the fights, the passion, the moments you can't seem to forget - you find yourself reaching for your phone, wondering if you should respond to his late-night advances.It's a late night and I'm getting ready for bed. Though it was early in the night, it still felt late. As I got into bed, my phone on the nightstand chimed with a message. I sighed, not wanting to answer anyone.
It was my ex. Annoyed, I sighed and opened the message. It seemed he had called multiple times, and then sent another message containing a photo.
I hesitated before opening the photo. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," I muttered as I opened it to discover my ex, high out of his mind, had sent a dick pic. I knew he had been feeling lonely since moving bases. Though sometimes I hated not blocking him, we'd seemed like the perfect duo at first, before he started doing the things that ruined our relationship.
"This fucker-" I blushed, unable to believe he had sent such a photo. As I started thinking about everything that had happened between us - the fights, the hateful words, the mockery - but also the other moments: when he played dirty, the times we'd kissed, the sensitive spots he knew so well, how he would put me in my place. Those touches still lingered on my body. That's why I couldn't block him - the lonely nights in my bed. So as he continued texting me dirty things, I decided to text back. It was around 3 am now.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
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