Until Morning's Light...

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Until Morning's Light...

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ragnarok's Misery on Fri Aug 11, 2017 3:16 pm

Wandering the halls of the old mansion, a young man of 20 was going over his check list, "Let's see now... I pressed and made all the beds, dusted the chandelier, made sure the dishes where spotless, hm what am I missing?" stopping in front of a window the man's heterochromatic eyes looked out and surveyed the surrounding area. The mansion was surrounded by a rich forest, a mix of oak and sycamore trees dotted the landscape, an old dirt path lead to the rusted gates that had fallen to ruin.

The manors exterior matched said gates, with the paint peeling off in some places and the wood having fallen off in others. All in all it gave an eerie vibe when combined with the full moon situated behind it. Snapping his fingers together the young man had remembered what he had to do, "I have to clean the carpets in to main hall! If a guest does come then it shall have to look it's best!" nodding to himself the servant made his way to the front of the manor.

A passing candle gave light to his form. He was of a slim build with a soft face, and add the fact that his was just shy of 5' 6", made him seem a bit younger than he appears. His hair was a long pale-ish red tied into a low ponytail, though that doesn't stop it from dangling slightly in his face as a few strands dangled in front of his left ear, smaller strands partly over his left eye, and the longest strands went down the right side of his face making it to the base of his neck. His left eye was a pale green, similar to an emerald, while his right was a pinkish red.

For clothing he wore a simple tan shirt with thin brown leather strips lacing the V of his collar slightly closed. For pants he wore basic brown pants, finishing his outfit were brown sandals that covered a majority of his feet, "One would think after being dead all these years I would at least remember to do something as simple as this?" Behind the manor sat a gravestone, and as the moon continued to rise the words that were written became legible in it's soft glow, 'Here lies Carter Mercer, Friend and loyal servant, 1732-1752, Died by-' a large scratch on the grave made the last couple of words unreadable.
You have opened the gate to hell, and unleashed Misery upon the world.

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Re: Until Morning's Light...

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby annashetty on Wed Dec 05, 2018 6:07 am

I’ve been using an Instant Pot for several years now and LOVE it! I use it several times a week – it’s so handy! That pasta dish in your photos looks like heaven, by the way!Interesting and you have very nice way of expressing the article. The author clearly describe all the parts of the article with good language and information. Looking forward to another article.

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