Aaron stepped into the classroom, pulling the door shut behind him. The lock snapped into place, deadbolt sliding into it’s slot in the door frame. There was a lump in his throat, one built up from the long walk through the halls, from the fading sounds of the other students leaving for the day, from the final, thunderclap-sharp clack of the only entrance to the room sealing shut behind him.
 
 
The afternoon light was starting to fade - it was late in the fall, with the holidays

The world twisted, shifted, blurred; Miriam thought she had been sitting up, kneeling on her knees and shins atop her bedding, but now she wasn’t quite as sure. Light and color whirled around her, but somehow the dizziness felt… exhilarating. Such tumbling would normally turn her stomach; she could hardly even sit stop one of the painted ponies at the amusement faire that came through town each spring without fearing she would lose whatever sweets she’d consumed earlier in the day in a

��Waves crashed over the beach, the line of white foam advancing over the grains of sand before reaching its limit. The sand soaked in the water, turning it a darker shade as the grains shifted and filled in the tiny foot steps making a line along the beach
The five nekomimi had been walking for days, making camp several times along this beach using dry tinder they'd brought with them. The shore was the only way to avoid being trambled by much larger bands of adventurers. While the beach presen

��Adriene always had lunch in the lab. It was probably of questionable cleanliness, but she was always sure to keep her food away from her work.
She took a long draw of her iced tea and considered the sandwich wrap, still sitting in its box from the deli. Lettuce, chicken, tomato and cheese filled the whole wheat wrap, while a trickle of creamy, yellow dressing trickled out of the sandwich. Not too much, nor too little. Just right to fill her stomach and carry her through the rest of a day full

[ The Dangers of Patrol ]
A short story of Crossroads: RMD
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Syliph groaned, cursing her luck as she walked through the park known as the Savage Garden. The members of RMD - except for Kesa, their leader, of course - had drawn straws as to who would go on patrol in the 7th Restricted District that night, and she had drawn the short straw. "Have fun," Ketran had said with a snicker as she protested the result. "Watch out for the trees-- I hear their bark isn't what you need to worry about..."
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