stories and other things
#vss365 prompt: lost
The city looked different at night. He stood on the corner and cast about for a familiar sight, a landmark, anything that would point him to safety. Being lost during the day was one thing. But now, a safe haven was no casual matter. He needed to find his way, before something else found it first.
#vss365 prompt: mistake
This was a mistake. It had been a mistake from the very first, but it was too late now. There was no going back. She had gone too far already. The scent of burning beeswax and dried blood assailed her nostrils as she crept along the corridor, the stake clutched in her hand. Coming in, that stake had been her lifeline, the one thing that was going to protect her and help her succeed. When her goal finally came in sight, however, she let the wood fall. Nothing about a piece of sharpened pine was going to save her from this.
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