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Mr. Linden's LibraryMr. Linden's Library by SweetDreamsSucker
The asylum was located on an island fifty miles all ways, outside of a largely populated city. Originally, it was the founder, Mr. Linden's, own personal haven away from the tragedies of the modern world where the media always had the greater opinion. Stories of a mentally ill person escaping from an institution here, and another there; nothing was ever truly done to help the poor, tormented souls. So, in an act of pity and the hopes of helping a few lives Mr. Linden dedicated his time to building an asylum where the mentally ill and disturbed could be placed.
The Linden Asylum's hallways were dismal and empty. The air smelt of rust and the exposed pipes leaked from the ceiling. The faulty lights had a rather bad habit of flickering due to wires that hadn't been properly installed. All of the doors on the hallway were made of a heavy metal and had a tiny glass, rectangular, barred window at the top. The night security guard was accompanying Doctor Hines, one of th
Fall of the Crimson Ministry: Chapter 2Fall of the Crimson Ministry: Chapter 2 by SweetDreamsSucker
On the Run
A chilling breeze shook the tree branches above the calm forest. The morning sun was just beginning to peek in from behind the far-off mountains. Dew lay gently on the green grass, glistening in the new-found sunlight. Olivia was bleeding. She sat against the broad trunk of a nearby oak tree, clutching her right arm and looking around to make sure no one was near. Swearing under her breath, she reached into the pack and pulled out a rag to tie around her arm. Movingly her hand from the wound, gingerly, she used her teeth to pull it around to get a firm grasp on the cloth. After tying it as tightly as she could manage, she pulled her robe back on, over her peach colored dress and stood up slowly, allowing it to fall to her ankles. She pulled her traveling robe on and put the hood up over her dark brown hair, and picked up the sword she had taken from her castle estate upon escaping Demetri by mere moments.
This was probably the most ridiculous thing that has yet t
Fall of the Crimson Ministry: Chapter 1Fall of the Crimson Ministry: Chapter 1 by SweetDreamsSucker
The Rising Conflict
The man had been traveling for quite sometime, through all sorts of terrains and different villages before reaching his current destination. Upon arrival to the castle he stood quietly, gazing up at the marvelous structure, lifting up the front of his helm and then proceeding forward. Trees lined the small path that had been taken many times before by several other men, and owls had made homes in said trees, hooting occasionally. The moon was hidden by tree branches and the only other light came from the windows of the castle. However, they appeared to be much smaller in the distance and provided no benefit at the time. When approaching the gate, he noticed another man, smaller by at least a foot, the size of the common dwarf, whose features where cutting in and out as wind shook the tree limbs causing the moonlight to flicker. The moon had the same effect on the mans armor, which glistened brightly.
"What business do you hold here?" asked the dwarf behi
Morristown- 1777Morristown- 1777 by SweetDreamsSucker
Serving as a rebel soldier was no easy task. The battles were intense, the marching tiring, and the winters rough. Many were simple merchants or farmers who knew nothing of war and combat. However, unlike the British soldiers, the Rebels had something else--something worth fighting for. Freedom is essentially something everyone desires to have. It can lead people to do many things even to a point of certain extremes. To some, nothing is too extreme when fighting for something they believe in, even death.
Morristown, New Jersey- 1777
The rebel soldiers trudged through the snow brought by the cold winter season. Many carried muskets nearly as big as they were and most of them seemed fatigued from their long journey. Despite having the victory of Princeton fueling them many of the soldiers were thankful to finally reaching Morristown for the winter. One soldier in particular, was looking forward to their four month stay-- William Danbury, the son of a local farmer, was happy to be returni