WeepingWisteria

Blood screams agony, and the skin stretches oblong. Save me from this cell.

Flora hummed. “I think Patrick keeps them in the supply closet behind those crates. I don’t know why he tries to hide it.” A sharp, muffled whisper emitted from Vendetta’s ...

Vendetta dived behind a crate, clutching their bag close to their chest. Two people descended down the stairs, one holding a flashlight and the other with a clipboard tucked under ...

Vendetta shrugged. “I guess it depends on what it looks like. If it’s really shiny and cool looking, it’s probably upstairs. If it’s all old and rotten, it’s either down ...

Vendetta stumbled into what appeared to be a basement full of dusty crates. The soft hum of voices echoed above, footsteps making the ceiling creak. They dusted themselves off as ...

“Could you explain all of this sun imagery?” Amy shrugged. “The sun’s bright. It’s good! But I’ll take that as a vote for throw amazing portal!” She whipped out a ...

Vendetta carefully picked up the letter, receiving a face full of sparkles for their troubles. “Since you haven’t been arrested, it’s time for the next piece of the sword! You’ll ...

Vendetta giggled. “We do have a quest! We just have to find the rest of the sword. We know there’s the hilt and the gem left.” They turned to Valeri. ...

The girl shrugged. “Because we can! And it’s better. Wannabes, schwannabes. But WANNABES? Now that’s cool.” She grinned, skipping along the sidewalk, small tufts of confetti falling out of her

Casting hopeful awe, the sun kisses everything, warming the lonely.

"Yes, actually. A great distraction." Vendetta wrapped the suspicious bag in their sweater. "I didn't think confetti could be so dangerous." "Anything can be dangerous if you try hard enough!" ...

Kensworthy, always the dramatic one, promptly collapsed to the ground, crashing into a case. "Confetti! There's confetti in my eyes! I can't see! I'll never see again!" Vendetta took their ...

Vendetta wrinkled their nose. "Why are you speaking in a fake accent?" The girl grinned. "What do you mean? No fake accent here." The accent became thicker and noticeably worse. ...

"I'm not sure. Let me think." Vendetta stopped, narrowing their eyes at the blade. "A distraction, you say?" A young girl with ginger ponytails approached. Her dress was neon yellow ...

Vendetta whirled around. "Yeah. It sounded like it came from that corner." They pointed towards a neglected corner. The swords here were rusty, their handles chipped and cracked. The blade ...