There are few things more uncomfortable than waking up with a headache. Molly could now say with certainty that waking up with a headache while handcuffed, gagged, and dragged through a mysterious hallway by a hooded figure might be
slightly
worse. Torchlight flickered and reflected off her thick, almost comically large glasses, and she had to squint to prevent the pain in her head from flaring.
Molly's Misfortune
By: CaliTea
Favorited: 1 month ago
A low, deep rumble. Rain and hail whip at the window, the wooden house groaning under the weight of the weather. The room is inky dark, I can barely make out the vague shape of my hand when I hold it before my dripping face. Fresh pain splinters up my arm as I move and continues to do so even after I cradle it again. Try as I might, I can't stop my body from shaking. A combination of the adrenaline and cold, I think, but it doesn’t really matter. I shuffle further into the room, preferring
Cynthia
By: CaliTea
Favorited: 1 month ago
Emily always loathed desk duty. Amanda was usually fairly tidy, but for some reason, her desk was constantly littered with eraser crumbs, multiple half-empty coffee mugs, pencil shavings, and fidget toys. Well… fidget toys might be the wrong descriptor. Amanda loved to fidget with things, but she’d never use conventional objects that were designed for that purpose. No. Amanda liked using random copper wires she’d find by the side of the road, a recently used toothpick, pieces
Elastics
By: CaliTea
Favorited: 2 months ago
