About Tower Curator
Stories
6
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1,034
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3.7 M
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Reading
12 d, 16 h
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Varn’s bustled with activity when Erika finally pulled up to the old arcade. The cramped parking lot out back didn’t even have room for her truck. Rick’s van took one spot, a smaller SUV took another spot, and the final parking spot was occupied by Leslie’s oversized truck. She had to park behind them, blocking them all in. Erika stepped out of her truck in a fresh outfit. A simple tank with black mesh layered on top, a short pleated plaid skirt, and some chunky platform boots. A long trench…-
368.8 K • Ongoing
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“Heya,” Erika said, forcing a smile. “Who’s this?” Daniel walked up to Erika, where she was leaning up against the side of her pickup. He wasn’t alone. At his side, a girl who reminded Erika of a younger version of herself shuffled along. Not in that she looked like a smaller version of Erika, but that she seemed to be going through a phase that Erika had once visited during her middle school years. She wore a black dress with tiny white polka dots, dyed hair in short braids that rested…
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A gloved hand shot up in front of Irene. "Yes, Miss Eva. I'm well aware you think you're a chaos mage. You're not." There were a few chuckles around the classroom as Eva slowly lowered her hand. Irene just rolled her eyes. The students quieted as Professor Baxter began speaking again. "The fact that you are unable to use any water magic is proof enough that you are a pyrokinetic. However, you do make for an excellent example. "Miss Eva has demonstrated the ability to blink as well as the…-
1.0 M • Completed
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“Morning, Mom,” Erika said, failing to fight off a yawn. Leah, fake or not, could put on an intense glare when she wanted. “Out all weekend. No calls. Texts ignored. Do you know how worried I was?” Probably would have been a whole lot more worried if you knew what I was up to, Erika thought as she rolled her eyes. That was the wrong move. A familiar look of anger crossed Leah’s face. That pinch of her lips and that slight twist of her mouth to the side, it was exactly as it always had…
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“Why didn’t you text?” “No signal in this place.” Rick did not look happy with that response. Erika wasn’t all that happy with it either. The whole reason she had come here was to get a better feel for these ghost hunters… and to help out and maybe see something interesting, she supposed. Mostly, it was for evaluation. The fact that they had been out here for almost an hour without checking in didn’t bode well. Erika wasn’t all that happy to disparage her gender, but Rick seemed…
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Erika pulled up to the rundown arcade a full hour before midnight, their expected meeting time. The old beater van was still parked around back. Rick’s ride, presumably. Joining it was a motorcycle. Not one of those sleek modern things, but an old-school Harley. The owner clearly took care of it. Most of it was polished up to a shine that gleamed in Erika’s headlights. She pulled up alongside it, hopped out, and was just about to knock on the arcade’s rear door when she heard muffled voices…
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The middle row of the minivan’s seats had been removed, resulting in Erika sitting all the way in the rear. In place of the middle seat, a few racks were bolted to the floor, able to slide around for easy access from the outside when the side doors were open. Upon the racks sat an assortment of equipment. Some were electronic items: EMF readers, motion sensors, microphones with big dishes around them, video cameras of both digital and VHS varieties, flashlights, ultraviolet lights, Geiger counters,…
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The tower loomed in the distance, taking hit after hit from the bombardment. Flames spread around it every few minutes only for the bombardments to resume. Even from the corner of Lexa’s eye, she could tell that it was being worn down. Arkk had stopped trying to repair less essential parts of the tower and the areas he was focusing on didn’t manage to recover in the brief reprieves. Worrying, but nothing that Lexa could focus on. She had her hands occupied with the endless demands of the…-
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Trees whisked past. Brush and ground vanished into the distance. Long, black hair trailed through the air gracefully, almost parallel to the ground. She was a sight to see. At least, that's how Eva imagined it. The sad reality was that her hair clung to the sweat on her back in a giant, tangled rat's nest. It would take a lot of work to get it back to the normal. Next time, Eva thought, I'll put it up in a bun. Still, Eva couldn't help but to laugh. She hadn't run since November and she hadn't…
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A hard hand clamped itself around Eva's mouth. Her eyes snapped open. She reached for the vial of Arachne's blood hidden between the wall and her bed. Her hand froze half way there as her brain registered the eight red eyes staring at her. A slim finger was placed vertically over Arachne's lips. Eva glared at the spider-demon as she withdrew her hand from Eva's face. "Eva, I--" Eva slapped her own finger over Arachne's mouth. She pointed to the window, then upwards, then at her sleeping…
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