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This is the fifth door he's knocked on. "Where is it!" He muttered it was obvious that he hadn't gotten much sleep if his sluggish movements didn't show, it the bags under his golden eyes did. He was looking for a way back home, the only person he had met was this being named Duskie. She seemed hellbent on convincing him she was his author, whatever that meant.
sorry its short, Im a bit tired//

@that1_T0ad language

It's the fifth door she's knocked on, and still no one has answered. Frantic to the point of hysteria, she – rather than knocks – slams her fists against the next door.
"Help me!" She begs the non-existent citizen that has come to her rescue. She blinked, and the citizen was gone; faded into the dim light. The door in front of her remained bolted shut, as if it hadn't been open in years. She wanted to knock again, but she could hear the haunting whispers of her captor as it drew closer. Panic pulsed through her ears, and she bolted away from the door. One for door, one more door, she thought. Surely the owner would open for her this time! The eerie whispering came closer, so close that it could grab her by the hair, cover her mouth, and drag her away. The thought of this caused adrenaline to force it way into her bloodstream and heart, pumping it faster and harder so that she could make a desperate escape. She sped up – which already seemed impossible – and managed to increase the distance between her and her pursuer. She was so close to the next door. Just a little father –
"Help!" She wailed, practically slamming her entire body into the door. Her captor was close, almost close enough to grab her. This was her last chance! The only chance she would ever get. "Please! Help me!"
Someone grabbed her by the arms and yanked her away, shoving one hand over her mouth so she could not scream again. The man chasing her wrapped his arm around her neck and started to back away from the house, treating to snap her neck if she moved away. She wanted to cry; her plea for help had not been heard. She would be killed…
Suddenly the door sprang open and a man, still adorned in pajamas and a rope, leaped outside, wielding a shotgun. "Who goes there?" He shouted, then noticed the two figures scurrying away. Noticing something was wrong, he aimed the shotgun at the man holding her back, and warned him not to move. The captor froze in his tracks, as if considering what to do next. She took that moment to spring free of his grasp and once again scream for help. The man saw her and ran forward., pointing his gun directly her captor's head. "I was a military man not long ago1" He shouted. "I can shoot a rat in the woods at midnight!"
The captor, seeing that he was defeated, sang to his knees and put his hands on his head. The gun man's supposed wife peeked outside, took a moment to soak in the scene, then quickly summoned her inside. "Oh, the police!" The wife said high-pitched, wavering tone, and tugged her into the house. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She was safe.

@blue_topaz

This was the fifth door she'd knocked on. A terrified shell of a woman, wrapped up in rags and an aura of fear. Matted hair with dried blood stuck in it hung from her scalp. Horrific burn marks covered her body, which was now turning blue in the cold. Her feet were bare, and clutched tightly in her arms was a swaddled baby. But this was the fifth door. Surely someone would answer, someone who didn't spit at her and slam the door. They had to. Please answer., she prayed silently, large watery eyes fastened onto the sleeping form of her child. The door swung open to reveal a fair man with greying hair, a crumpled button down shirt, and sad, tired eyes, which widened in surprise when he saw her. She couldn't have been more than twenty, but from the way her body sagged and her eyes flickered with sorrow you would think that she'd seen all the horrors of the world. "Ma'am?" The woman fell to her knees in front of him, not from reverence, but because her shaking legs could hold her no longer. "Please.", she rasped, holding the infant out to him. "Please." She coughed, splattering doorstep with blood. Bewildered and more than a little worried, the man took the child and held out a hand to her. "Ma'am, come inside, I'll call an ambulance for you." His voice rose, betraying his concern. But the ravaged woman merely shook her head and removed a dagger from her worn belt. The man stepped back quickly, frightened, but the woman just looked after him with tearful eyes and whispered "Thank you." before driving the dagger into her chest, all the way to the hilt.

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Keep posting!!!

@that1_T0ad language

The eight Rings of Existence, the very trinkets that kept aloft the fragile structures of the known world, have existed since the dawn of time, secluded deep underground, where no man could ever find them. That's what they told me once. And now, for the third time, one of those rings have been… stolen, apparently. With this simple fact, I have evaluated four certainties. Firstly, that all eight rings are in one place; any fool would believe that they were hidden in independent locations. No, that is not the case. The thief, whoever he may be, has already robbed three rings, which are already impossible to find. He found one, which was kept in the same room as the other seven, for no one has such skill as to be able to find three impossibly hidden rings in a matter of days. The thief found one ring, thus finding the others at the same time. Secondly, the thief will not steal all the rings. A fool of a thief he would be to steal them all, for the moment he removed the final ring from its pedestal, the world would collapse and he, along with the rings and every human being, would be dead forever. The crook may infect steal many of the rings, but only enough to cause chaos: his choice of entertainment. Thirdly, is the fact that this planet is completely and utterly doomed. With the rings of Reality, Order, and Physics gone from their place, the world has begun to crumble. Cows melt into bubbly mush as if they were made of butter. Humans have leaped off cliffs and soared for miles like birds. The tides have shifted dramatically, flooding cities or creating barren deserts of dead coral that reek of rotting fish. If another ring is stolen, the planet may not survive much longer.
Fourth and foremost, I am completely and utterly alone. Here I stand in solitude in the one place I never imagined to be: the entrance to the Circle of Rings. Beyond this door, I must withstand the glory of the Rings, conjure a weapon with the power the still hold, and fight off the thief as he come for the next Ring. Me. Out of all the humans of earth. I first wondered why the chose me for such a death-inviting task, but I figured out the reason why shortly afterwards. I am the only person on this planet with nothing left to lose. And so here I am, dressed in a ridiculously heavy set of armor that I know I will strip off before the next five minutes are up and welding nothing but a neatly folded sheet of paper explaining what I am to do. Me. A fool of a person left on my own to defend the likeness of Time, Life, Death, Character, and Memory. But I cannot turn back. I must honor my agreement. Blackmail is the cruel reality of agreements. But there is no use complaining. With the world on my shoulders, it is up to me to stop everything from turning to dust. Stop the thief, return the rings, save the world. That's my job, and I intend to complete it.

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Avery stormed down the hallway, his dark aura reaching out more than usual. "Whom the fuck took my scythe rings?" He yelled as some of the Embodiments peeked their heads out of their doors and quickly closed the doors, no one wanted to go near Avery when he was like this. Avery was stopped when some of the only people who could calm him walked up, they were the original Embodiments. "You need to calm down, I'm pretty sure Angel is just pulling another prank," Bren reassured him, realizing that was probably a mistake when he saw Avery's face. "Angel, you say?" He asks as a wicked grin spread across his face, he was always prepared to get revenge on his brother. "You shouldn't have said that," Cherry informed Bren as Avery started to run down the hall. "I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE ANGEL!" Avery yelled as he ran towards his brother's door.

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Week 8: Write about the stolen rings.

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