I slowly ascended the wrought iron stair, each footfall soft on the metal surface. I kept my aether ray firmly in my right hand - after the monstrous hybrid of man and hydra I just vanquished, I knew I better be prepared.
Little could I see ahead of me, so dark and quiet was the room above. The only sounds I could hear were the steam escaping the device upon my back that powered the weapon I held, as well as the slow whirring and minute clicks of the gears that helped draw power from the air around me.
The moment my boot came down on wood instead of iron, I knew I had reached the top of the stair. I readied my aether ray, bringing it up to
Quiet lay across the building like a soothing blanket. Silence stalked the halls, normally so raucous during the day. She lay across the desks in the deserted classroom, knees up, arms across her chest, eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her expression one of peace.
For all I knew, she was dreaming about whales.
Which is probably why I stopped in the door, grabbed both sides of the door frame and screamed, “CELERY!”
I slowly ascended the wrought iron stair, each footfall soft on the metal surface. I kept my aether ray firmly in my right hand - after the monstrous hybrid of man and hydra I just vanquished, I knew I better be prepared.
Little could I see ahead of me, so dark and quiet was the room above. The only sounds I could hear were the steam escaping the device upon my back that powered the weapon I held, as well as the slow whirring and minute clicks of the gears that helped draw power from the air around me.
The moment my boot came down on wood instead of iron, I knew I had reached the top of the stair. I readied my aether ray, bringing it up to
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Official FFM Prompt Bank 2015
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