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Legend had it that years ago, the land this town was built on was cursed but a powerful mage when his people were forced away under threat of death by settlers hoping to take advantage of the nearby coal mine. It is said that ever since, once a generation, the moon would take on a golden-yellow glow, and someone would fall to the curse and transform into a rampaging, rage fueled being and cause mayhem and destruction before disappearing, never to be seen again. At least, not as who they once were. Bea had mixed thoughts on all this. She was always curious about folklore and supernatural occurrences, but a part of her knew better than to truly believe such things were possible. Nonetheless, it made a fun campfire story, and Bea was more than willing to partake in some good old fashioned moon viewing in her little spot in the forest. The odd bit of folklore was fun to think about, but was more than likely just that, a story, fiction. Bea took a breath of the cool air as the moon came

It was just another day, another stop at the dollar store to pick up some cheap junk. It may not be fancy, but when you’re a recent graduate still working minimum wage, you learn to sacrifice dignity quickly. At least it had a healthy DVD section. Sure, nothing brand new, but it was a good way to catch up on older stuff she had never seen, or find the occasional hidden gem. Of course, one was just as likely to find utter junk, but that was the nature of the game, and no matter the quality, it would still be cheap entertainment for Willa. The young woman was sifting through the bin, talking to herself under her breath. “Seen it, seen it, looks like crap, seen it, not in English, seen it…” A sigh. Nothing! Had she really exhausted the seemingly unending supply of cheap DVDs? Shame, maybe she’ll relent and look at the books instead- Something caught her eye at that moment, a completely blank DVD case, beyond a cheaply scribbled on label of tape and marker. “Well, that’s not how you

Love Is Blind - “This was a mistake.” The thought played on loop like a broken record as Delilah sat in the upscale, fancy restaurant, too fancy for her tastes honestly. She was always more of a burger and fries type of girl. Today however, she had to make an exception and now was convinced she would regret it. After much deliberation and thought, she signed up for a dating site. A blind dating site. And today she, among numerous other patrons, was going to meet her algorithmically chosen match. Delilah tugged on the collar of her simple dress shirt as she looked around nervously for any sign of her date. She knew whoever was matched up with her would inevitably be disappointed when they saw her. She was the plainest Jane one could be. Thick glasses, plain dirty-blonde hair, slightly overweight, she knew blind dating was her best bet. Simply put, her appearance alone wouldn’t net her anyone. “Would you be… Delilah Evans?” Delilah looked up to the source of the voice, and her

Fiona hurriedly made her way into her room, cardboard box in her arms. Smile wide on her face with excitement as she placed it on her bed. The final, perfect piece for her cosplay had finally arrived. She had planned to go to a nearby con with a group of friends who, after some discussion, had decided to do a group Legend of Zelda cosplay, each member going as a different character. With her petite frame and youthful appearance, it seemed obvious that Fiona would make a perfect young Link. She had the rest of the outfit prepared, green hat and tunic, brown boots, styrofoam kokiri sword and shield, this box was the final piece. She had wanted to emulate the character’s Hyrule Warriors appearance, and already had a replica Keaton’s mask, but up until now had yet to get herself a quality replica of the ever intriguing Fierce Deity's mask. Opening up the box and digging through the packing material, she beamed at the custom modeled and painted work of art. It had cost her a pretty penny

The old dusty library was just one of many abandoned buildings in the village. Most sources said that the population fled after a terrible forest fire had encroached on the area, and when the the buildings were miraculously untouched, the people thought that the land was sacred and left it as it was, in fear that stepping back into the village would bring back the doom that was intended for it’s former inhabitants. Others said that the village’s populace was struck down, disappeared without a trace after their pride and arrogance offended the local spirits after the desecration of many graves in order to expand their borders. Indeed, no matter which story you believed, it was said that if one spent too long in the abandoned lands, they too, would either disappear, or be doomed to a horrific fate. Either way, Dallas was too damned curious to resist exploring the supposedly cursed grounds. As they made their way through the building, flashlight in hand, they hoped to not only test the

Note to self, hiking by yourself in uncharted territory is a very, very dumb idea. Lara cursed herself out further as she felt the first drops of rain fall. She’d decided to go on ahead with her little excursion after the rest of the group dropped out, only to end up utterly lost in the mountainous wilderness. As she climbed the seemingly endless slope, a glimmer of hope crossed her vision. A long, dirt road that led to some large building, nay, a mansion. On one hand, this seemed like a horror flick waiting to happen, on the other, she wasn’t exactly doing great out here either. Death by crazed slasher, or death by exposure? Decisions, decisions… Ultimately, Lara figured that she’d seen enough horror films to at least stand a chance. Genre savviness don’t fail her now! A firm series of knocks on the old wooden doors caused them to creak open ominously. Lara shuddered, but the dwindling daylight and harshening weather forced her inside with no further hesitation. The dark, empty

The crickets chirped in the fields by the fishing pond of the estate, the night sky clear and stars shimmering. The radio played a soft tune, audible from the open window, a wonderfully relaxed scene in the making… And yet Pepper Trail was more agitated than usual. Toontown's finest (well, soon to be finest) on scene investigative reporter, with all the hot scoops and eye-catching headlines… was on proofreading duty. Proofreading! Of all the painfully boring jobs! It wasn't like she was injured, she could go back on the field at any time! No, no. This was a disciplinary measure. She'd gotten in over her head one too many times that day and was getting a lesson with this temporary demotion. And the mouse was going stir crazy with BOREDOM. Pepper hopped off her chair, short enough that she couldn't touch the floor when seated, and stretched, gloved fingers *cricking* as she flexed them, stiff from gripping her pencil, making note of spelling and grammar issues before fixing them.