Scratch sat at his massive throne within the Nether Realm. The countless souls in agony writhed in arcane spirals around his mountainous legs. The hulking entity reached into the pit dug around his lair. He clutched a handful of his minions and laughed as he watched them squirm in subservience. The immortal closed his fist and gobbled their energy in a single swallow.
A knell rang out across the near black horizon. It caught the...
The alarm came early in Officer Stan Norris’ shift.
“Code 3 alert. Car 31, proceed to the designated location.”
Code 3 meant someone was intoxicated in public. Stan knew that this could be dangerous because of the arcane abilities of many citizens.
“I read you, headquarters. I’m on my way.”
The engine of Stan’s patrol car growled as he pressed the accelerator to the floor.
im looking for an alternative to candles because im no allowed them incase i burn the house down. even if i was going to light them, to be honest i just wanted them to sit on my drawers shelves etc without llighting them. but my parents won't listen. so if any one has any suggestions like coating the wicks in something to prevent them being lighted or fake candles if they exist, help would be appreciated.
See? this even has torn clothing. i would so wear those arm thingies (i wonder if i can make them?)
i made a skirt like this
of course, a little longer because i am embarrassed of my legs... and it faded so the...