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    A loud, irregular chime broke the silence of the room, its source being a hoof-made clock that had seen a few years of careless use. Soon after it’s bothersome noise began, it wobbled off the nightstand it occupied. An unshorn tan hoof soon pounded the space it had moved from, even as the mobile alarm clock moved aimlessly about on the floor. A low groan sounded from the bed's occupant as the hoof withdrew into the bed. The covers rose, revealing a khaki stallion sporting a mass of bedmane the color of light chestnuts. He blearily opened his eyes, shutting them immediately against the morning light assaulting his pupils.    Still

Solitude: the one thing I hadn’t prepared myself for when I had been locked away about month ago. Looking around for the umpteenth time, I glared at the empty walls encircling me, tinted a light blue by the layer of ice that covered what little there was of my prison, gleaming a bit as though daring me to try to break out. There was one bit of satisfaction to be had for me however. Crossing my eyes, I looked up at my horn, which had grown curved and sharp over the last year of my rule, dyed crimson by the evil that now pervaded the whole of my magic. Sighing, I set to work on my plan to escape. The magic that had sealed me here also pr

Isaac looked around the spacious ruins one more time before he let the truth set in. “What the hell? Since when do old men disappear like that?” he asked himself. He looked around, this time taking note of his surroundings. He was in what appeared at first sight to be an enclosed courtyard, once-tall pillars standing tall by the broken remains of the wall surrounding the moss-covered cobblestones. On the far side of the enclosure, there was a large stone pedestal that had five small platforms jutting out from the sides, each only just big enough to maybe hold a large lantern. It was the pedestal which intrigued him the most, if on

    As he walked along the dark and foreboding street, Isaac looked around with mild apprehension. 'I hate having to go out on nights like this,' he thought nervously. 'It makes me think all those creepy online stories have a grain of truth.' He had just come from his friend David's house after giving him a bit of romantic advice. What caused him to leave, however, was that the person he was advising about showed up at David's house, saying something about needing his help checking her college essay over. Prudently deciding to give his friend some privacy (only after suggestively elbowing him in his ribs), he left the two alone for the night,