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The crisp dusty scent of autumn cascaded down my back as another sorority group paraded into the book shop, joking and jabbing each other as they went straight to the coffee shop in the corner.
I shook my head at them, enjoying their excitement for fall before turning another page. My novel was getting to the good part, where the smoking hot park ranger slowly made advances upon the tomboy he saved from a flash flood. I was just barely aware of my surroundings now, enthralled by the story developing in my hands on sand colored pages. The image of his storm colored eyes glowing in the firelight as she gently rested against his shoulder, lips opened slightly, as if inviting him to-
Once again, another wash of cool air wisped against my thighs. This time, it was a loner, one with a confident grin on his face as he started off like the others: towards the caffeine. His stride was that of an alpha wolf, tendons working like a well o
Arachnid: Alright, the combatants are set let's end this debate once and for all!
Scorpio: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION for a DEATH BATTLE!
Arachnid: Let's get right in
The CORE, Underground
The Underground, a world beneath ours holding a vast variety of beings and entities alike whom have lived in harmony for generations to come. However even as the lights shine their brightest its always been foreshadowed that this seemingly peaceful realm must meet its challenger one day.
Inside a machine built to rival the power to that of the sun lied our true and bound heroes ascending to the very top, from room to room a plumber in a red cap was a hop, skip and away as he pounced from area to area before he heard a loud, growling voice behind him "Hey Baldy, wait up will 'ya?" snorted a rather bulked reptile donning spiked bracelets and a proud tuft of hair alongside trying to catch up with his companion.
Not too far behind
The incident began during my fifth grade year, when winter’s chill struck early in my area. We suffered a turbulent ice storm for the entire day only a couple days after my birthday in November. My grandfather was absent that morning, for he was out hunting on Ecallaf Mountain at the Terncur Dam on rather dim prospects for a bear in bear season. I trekked to my bus stop, blinking snow out of my eyes as I t