Coming home Katharina never thought going back to her home town would be so difficult. It felt weird. Like being a stranger in a foreign village. The familiar sight of the iron bridge, the blazing neighbourhood at the other side. The pavement with the two bumps she used to avoid on her way home from school. The crooked sign at the edge of the cliff. The big oak tree beside the entrance to the bridge.Coming home by Gresskar
This wasn't her home anymore. Just a place she grew up in.
Even before stepping onto the bridge, Katharina could spot the white, little house with the white wooden fence. Green curtains in the windows. And lights. The flickering flash of a TV-screen in an otherwise quiet and dark street.
Katharina walked slowly. The wind caught her hair as she got on the bridge. Her mouth felt dry. Her palms sweaty beneath the gloves.
All the thoughts from the last three years crashed into her head at once. To this neighbourhood she was a dead girl. A ghost haunting their streets. If
One Good Deed - chapter 3 There was a snowy field between the village and the grey forest. It was a windy night. Snow burst through the air in stormy waves. Jevskaia could barely see the end of the rope she was holding. A big, old wolf breed was her companion, finding way through the snow and storm when Jevskaia's old eyes were too tired or too lost in thoughts to focus. The wolf's name was Gannuck, forcing way through the snow with wide, muscular legs.One Good Deed - chapter 3 by Gresskar
At some point, Gannuck stopped. Jevskaia opened her eyes a bit and tugged at the rope, urging him to continue. "Stupid dog," she muttered. Gannuck growled and turned his head, noticing a sense of movement behind his owner. The old hag noticed his gaze, but was too late to turn around in time.
A group of tall, male monsters came running, and before Jevskaia could take action, they grabbed hold of her and pushed her over. Gannuck barked, trying to help her, but a strong figure kicked him out of the way and tackled the furry beast down in
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