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I just wanted to do a short story but this story may contain sensitive content such as sex, blood, scary parts, and mechaphillia so be careful (however I do plan to write more a little bit at a time)
[In the heat of the night after a stressful day, and rushing thoughts seeping into every muscle tissue of my body. I had bums bothering me up and down the street. The stench of drugs, alcohol and body odor was stained into my nostrils and I needed something to take out the poison. There was only one thing to do...smoke weed.
I walk into my room, open my jewelry box and search for my 5 dollar weed to erase the stress. Over many necklaces and rings, I couldn't find it.
"Crap, where'd it go?"
I start to panic a bit if it wasn't for that hypnotic lullaby of "London Bridge is falling down" whistling from a corner. I whipped my head to the corner, but didn't see anything. I stood still waiting...listening... and expecting fir something to happen. I started to see little orbs of light and bits of dark orbs flying passed my eyes. I thought I was going crazy...
I follow them to the garage and when I unlocked the door, the orbs lead me to a dark dwelling that smelled of rust, dust, old oil, and seat fibers. A deep male voice called to me:
"Come closer..."
It was dark as a rain cloud so I couldn't see who was in here. There were a pair of two eyes fixed on me and a long wide grin stretched across with razor sharp teeth. I took my chances by turning on the light. It was a classic car of some kind. His eyes looked evil with a vibe that would make anyone uncomfortable if dared to seal a deal. But then the voice said;
"Be not afraid my dear... you can trust me"
I proceeded with caution and stepped slowly in the garage in case of anything spooky were to happen under my feet.
A black office chair rolled out from a table with vibes, bottles, powders, potions, and body parts from human to vehicle. It rolled to me and had me seated into it and pulled me up to the car. It was a rusty and black 1966 Ford Fairlane four door. I remember my dad had one just like it.
"Don't be afraid my dear. I take quite pleasure in white magic, tarot card reading and magic of all types." The Fairlane said as a deck of cards flew in mid air.
"What is your name?" I asked somewhat interested.
"I am the shadowy prince of magic but you can call me Skippy..." the car said.
I looked into his eyes. They meant well, and held no sign of evil anywhere.
[In the heat of the night after a stressful day, and rushing thoughts seeping into every muscle tissue of my body. I had bums bothering me up and down the street. The stench of drugs, alcohol and body odor was stained into my nostrils and I needed something to take out the poison. There was only one thing to do...smoke weed.
I walk into my room, open my jewelry box and search for my 5 dollar weed to erase the stress. Over many necklaces and rings, I couldn't find it.
"Crap, where'd it go?"
I start to panic a bit if it wasn't for that hypnotic lullaby of "London Bridge is falling down" whistling from a corner. I whipped my head to the corner, but didn't see anything. I stood still waiting...listening... and expecting fir something to happen. I started to see little orbs of light and bits of dark orbs flying passed my eyes. I thought I was going crazy...
I follow them to the garage and when I unlocked the door, the orbs lead me to a dark dwelling that smelled of rust, dust, old oil, and seat fibers. A deep male voice called to me:
"Come closer..."
It was dark as a rain cloud so I couldn't see who was in here. There were a pair of two eyes fixed on me and a long wide grin stretched across with razor sharp teeth. I took my chances by turning on the light. It was a classic car of some kind. His eyes looked evil with a vibe that would make anyone uncomfortable if dared to seal a deal. But then the voice said;
"Be not afraid my dear... you can trust me"
I proceeded with caution and stepped slowly in the garage in case of anything spooky were to happen under my feet.
A black office chair rolled out from a table with vibes, bottles, powders, potions, and body parts from human to vehicle. It rolled to me and had me seated into it and pulled me up to the car. It was a rusty and black 1966 Ford Fairlane four door. I remember my dad had one just like it.
"Don't be afraid my dear. I take quite pleasure in white magic, tarot card reading and magic of all types." The Fairlane said as a deck of cards flew in mid air.
"What is your name?" I asked somewhat interested.
"I am the shadowy prince of magic but you can call me Skippy..." the car said.
I looked into his eyes. They meant well, and held no sign of evil anywhere.
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