#No glory snippet

[obsidianpen]

Ok I posted it on my page. Ya I’m gonna have him kill you but all love from me. Can I have my snippet now LMAO

The next time he awoke, Harry was shocked. Voldemort was no longer there, cradling him. He sensed a different aura before him, not touching him; one that was vastly different yet nonetheless… familiar. 

Yellow. Soft, friendly.

This is the person that healed me before, 

The cup was pressed to his lips. Harry tried to open his eyes, to see who this enigmatic witch or wizard was, but he couldn’t.

The rim of the cup was pushed more urgently against his mouth. Harry drank because he knew he had to; the metallic taste of the elixir flooded through him.

But for all its wonder, for all its life-giving and life-saving power, it did nothing for his soul.

Who are you? Harry wondered. He tried and tried to look, but it wasn’t enough. 

He slipped back into a dark and peaceful sleep.

—

When Harry next drifted back to consciousness, he was alone.

No black and glinting gold aura of Lord Voldemort. No soft and welcoming yellow. 

He opened his eyes, slowly. All he had for company now was his own reflection looking blearily down at him: a disheveled Harry Potter half-covered in a blanket, his hair a mess, his red eyes still hazy with the remnants of sleep.

He sat up. He felt… okay.

Not great, he thought as he stretched his arms above his head and yawned theatrically. But not awful. 

He’d certainly had worse, at least.

He checked the time. It was a little after two. With no small amount of ire, he wondered how much time he’d missed. A day? Two? More?

Harry shook his head and focused. He’d been given the elixir… three times, he thought, while incapacitated. Twice by Voldemort himself, and once by that mysterious yellow person. Did that mean he’d missed three days? 

Unless Voldemort tried forcing more elixir into me than usual, he thought. Maybe he hoped it would make me recover faster…

He was bound to find that out soon enough. What he really wanted to know was who did Voldemort trust so implicitly, to allow them to be alone with Harry? To heal him, to see him at his most vulnerable—to pour the Elixir of Life down his throat when he was so weak he couldn’t even open his eyes?

Harry hadn’t a clue.

Forcing those thoughts aside, Harry looked around for… something. A note with the explanation that Voldemort had surely come up with this time, to explain why Harry was holed up in his room again. He didn't see anything. Harry frowned, disentangled himself from his blanket, and got up. 

He took about two steps before a pop startled him so badly he yelped. 

“Master Potter is awake,” said Binny, bowing low.

[greenbirdtrash]

Well, isn't it my favourite animal? The-

The microwave.

[seidreamblogs]

balsam, blue morning glory, galcham oak | drabble snippet 9 (412 words)

The same feeling lingers in the morning while he waits hand in hand with Yoongi, both of them turning at the call of their names. Instantly, Hoseok’s sure that this is something he won’t get tired of — losing his breath whenever he sees Namjoon smile, as he does while crossing the lobby and approaching them.

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[clevereverest]

“Did the Moon Hear You?” - 8/8 Multichapter

[ My fully-fledged Body Swap AU is here!!!

It’s only vaguely for Newsiestober, so I won’t tag it that way.

The more exciting thing is that it’s in a series with “Was the Moon Especially Bright?”, my big Halloween fic from last year! They share a similar theme ;) ]

Summary and tags below!

[melonthesprigatito]

What are some things you want to see in Incredibles 3? :D (I'm kindaaaa hoping the kids to grow up but i doubt that would happen)

I'm hoping it'll either go the Monsters University route and be a prequel set during the glory days of Superheroes so we can see the superheroes that were killed by Syndrome or an immediate sequel to Incredibles 2 because that movie left off with Supers JUST being made legal after 15 years and I think it would be neat to see how society adapts to that again

[pencildragons]

Jaieh Che asks him, and he says yes, and that’s why he’s sitting in his wheelchair in a courtyard of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, morning sun bright in his eyes. He feels—crusty, a filthy uncleanliness clinging to his skin, even though he had a sonic in the ‘fresher before he departed from his room in the Halls of Healing. His hair is soft, fresh-washed, and when he runs his hand through it, it helps a little with the feeling. He sort of wants to take a ship and fly it straight into Coruscant’s primary star, if only to burn and cleanse it out of him. The air smells of greenery and fertiliser, enough like the rooftop garden to make his heart yearn for it, but here it is almost overpowering in its strength, rather than half-forgotten barely-there. (He wants to see Cody.)

little snippet from the new chapter of glory be (codywan time-travel, but sideways and back*) that i'm working on :3

*description inspired by @kenobisrightboot 's lovely summary in this fic rec !!!! (GO CHECK OUT THE OTHER FICS IN THAT POST BTW THEY ARE ALL AMAZING)

[n1ghtcrwler]

An excerpt from Glory Days that introduces the initial setting and some key characters.

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[thatfriendlyanon]

this season’s almost over  / this chapter’s nearly done / see the curtain is closing / the story’s just begun

one month left of living in a home of two years / one month left of learning how to say goodbye / one month left of trying to say it well

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN BESTIE TRICK OR TREAT

i have decided to come to your door outfitted as the amazing celeste ✨

WHY, HELLO THERE ARA :D WHAT A LOVELY COSTUME YOU HAVE ON

i choose....treat! and for your treat you shall have the official start to power doesn't guarantee glory/memories of a world long gone

The ruins were beautiful: pillars and arches reaching up into the clouds, the broken stone bridge standing tall as a reminder of the world that once was, with the vast blue sky and hormonal teenagers standing as a reminder of the world that now is.

[obsidianpen]

Ugh OP I'm election stressing. Any NG snippets to ease the stress?

you know what, fuck it

—

The next time he awoke, he was mildly shocked. Voldemort was no longer there, cradling him. Harry sensed a different aura before him, not touching him; one that was vastly different yet nonetheless… familiar. 

Yellow. Soft, friendly.

This is the person that healed me before, Harry realized numbly.

The cup was pressed to his lips. Harry tried desperately to open his eyes, to see who this enigmatic witch or wizard was—but he couldn’t.

The rim of the cup was pushed more urgently against his mouth. Harry drank because he knew he had to; the metallic taste of the elixir flooded through him.

But for all its wonder, for all its life-giving and life-saving power, it did nothing for his soul.

Who are you? Harry wondered. He tried and tried, but it wasn’t enough. 

He slipped back into a dark and peaceful sleep.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

DSBI WIP Snippet Dump

8 snippets from different fics, all are around 300 words from my different series that I have going on.

Ask For Nothing Snippet

Henchman Chaper 3 snippet

Stealing Glory From Afar continuation

Four Seasons - Technos yoinking

Rabbit Hutch - Phil centric horror AU where Techno is a cryptid

Fundy Visit - Set in BFOB and explores Fundys relationship with the others

Hadal Zone - Wilbur centric mer AU where he gets yoinked

Spider in room - set in BFOB and is just another slice of life thing

[seidreamblogs]

balsam, blue morning glory, galcham oak | drabble snippet 8 (410 words)

“Wow.” They part at Namjoon’s voice, hushed and reverent. Hoseok doesn’t turn to face him just yet, holding Yoongi’s gaze for a moment. There’s the start of something sitting between the three of them, something that he and Yoongi could just as easily end here and walk away from. Yoongi’s gaze reflects his thoughts, and only when Yoongi nods, does Hoseok exhale and turn to face Namjoon.

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[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #2

Danny was having a shit day. The kind of day you would wake up and just know things would go so wrong that just rolling over and continuing to sleep would make it somehow better. Alas Danny had gotten up, which to be fair sleeping in the rafters of an abandoned warehouse didn't give much choice, and his day had gone down hill from there.

Which was why he was currently laying in an dirty alley one leg over a tumbled over trash bin his other on some trash bags that did not cushion his fall. His elbow tingled with that weird pain when you hit a nerve and he was pretty sure he had now more than just a cracked rip. Seriously, he hated that he had lost his transformation midair and crashed down because the damned GIW somehow got their hands on Vlads taser technology.

But the weird part was that wasn't even the worst or best part.

Danny dizzily stared at the old man that stood between him in all his fallen glory and the GIW agents. The old man stood there straight well mannered a paper bag, his apparent shopping in one arm and a hand gun -an actual hand gun, Danny had to do a double take to used to the laser guns from his parents and the GIW- pointed at the agents.

The old man said something about having different morals and that he wouldn't hesitate to shot as well as regretting not having his shotgun right now, but honeslty Danny was kind of too shocked to really listen to what the old man was saying.

Seriously, maybe Danny should still have just rolled over and continued to sleep in the warehouse rafters. But he had to admit the old man was kind of badass.

[starkenobi]

THE PITT X AVENGERS crossover

masterlist (and writing guideline) — #avenger!reader x the pitt

FOR MY LAST TRICK (coming soon)

Jack Abbot x former avenger!reader

Summary: The new attending on the night shift is a complete mistery. She carries herself as if she's seen something worse than hell but smiles as if she has no worries. There's at least 7 bets running about her, and Jack can't stop wondering if she has skeletons in her closet too... And then, her past comes crashing down on the ER like a ticking bomb.

tags: coworkers to lovers; violence; mature; romance.

[snippet]

HERO 4 HIRE

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x former avenger!reader

Summary: There's a new regular in The Pitt, a woman prone to stumbles and misfortunes. She always comes when her wounds need stitching and wearing fading bruises, to the point Robby's getting worried. Until her face is all over the news: former avenger tears down crimelord and political connections.

tags: strangers to lovers; violence; injuries; mature; romcom.

[sneak peek]

chapter one: nice to meet ya | chapter two: nice to kiss ya

NO ONE DIES FROM LOVE (coming soon)

Jack Abbot x avenger!reader x Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

Summary: People called them the three musketeers of the Pitt, they were inseparable and had an absurd amount of bets on them. So it took everyone by surprise when she accepted a fellowship at Stark Industries and never looked back. Years later, she's right where it all started, forced to face unresolved feelings business and not planning to stay.

tags: angstish drama; romance; explicit; rabbot is a warning.

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

Jack Abbot x avenger!reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple charity event to get donations for the ED, so how did he end up trapped in a room with a deadly beautiful woman flirting with him as if she hadn't been stabbed?

tags: romcom; explicit; jack abbot here is a warning.

click here to read the oneshot

SUGAR AND HONEY (coming soon)

Samira Mohan x avenger!reader

Summary: A hero level threat brings even more chaos to the emergency room of the Pitt, something they have only seen on the news and never thought could happen with them. And in the middle of the calamity stands an avenger in all her glory, helping to keep the ER safe and stealing Samira Mohan's heart during the process.

tags: romance; mature; friends to lovers.

[sneak peek]

oneshot

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There's no taglist, but you can follow the tags #starkenobi writing and #avenger!reader x the pitt.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Iqgehdgwieyrbeuv

YES YOU GET ME SO MUCH!!! I love this and you did such a good job with the sky and that moon im just iwbwgwvwisvfusvwifbdg dying

Super amazing bravo!!!! Im making this my phone wallpaper asap (sorry juliet)

Based off this post by @shower-phantom-ideas (sorry, I couldn't reblog directly with the video)

Even in the midst of a ghost attack, Danny still has time to admire the stars.

[frost-queen]

Witches road// part 2 (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic,@alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @erikasurfer, @slythetic , @p0nycurtis , @quailbagutte , @fantasticcroissantpandagarden, @lanfear-is-my-darkmistress

Summary: Summoning the witches road, you are met up with the first trial. Being close around Agatha once more breaks unfamiliar things out of you. Can you overcome your fears and get a sense of what is becoming of you. [Witches road series]

Gather sisters fire

Water, earth and air

You quirked your eyebrow intriguingly up when you entered the house. Hand sliding on the doorframe whilst entering. Making a loud hum sound, looking around. – “What?” – Agatha asked entering behind you. – “Nothing.” – you responded looking over your shoulder to her. – “It’s just not you.” – you gestured at the clean suburban lifestyle, something unlike her.

“Well I didn’t have it to the picking Y/n.” – Agatha responded annoyed. Chuckling amused, you walked to the living room. Seeing another witch already present. With wide eyes, she looked at you. – “Are my eyes deceiving me?” – she questioned. – “They are not.” – Agatha responded walking past her. Your familiar jumped on the sofa making Agatha hurry over.

“Uh-uh no pets on the couch.” – she started clapping her hands to scare him away. Your familiar hissed back in defence, making her pull her hands back. – “Fine then sit.” – she replied bothered. Jennifer’s gaze went from you to Agatha, keeping a close eye on it. Trying to find something subtle in her behaviour.

She got quickly disrupted when the other witches walked in. – “Let’s summon the road.” – Agatha said happily, clasping in her hands. You started humming the tune of the hymn, going towards her basement. – “Is… is she alright?” – Alice asked with a point at you.

Agatha waved it away, going after you. Down her basement you all came to stand in a circle. Agatha came standing beside you. You glanced down at her offering hand, humming in disagreement as you went around taking Jennifer’s hand. Agatha narrowed her eyes with a soft glare.

Your familiar meowed near her feet, startling her. Looking down at the black cat, she showed him her clawed hand. It made your familiar hiss back at her, hairs up straight. Agatha straightened her posture. A sudden thundering made her freak out. – “Let’s get a move on.”

She grabbed their hands, readying themselves to sing the witches ballad.

Seekest thou the road

To all that's foul and fair

Gather sisters fire

Water, earth and air

Darkest hour, wake thy power

Earthly and divine

Burn and brew with coven true

And glory shall be thine

Your gaze went upwards sensing the hauntingly arrival. Their presence carried by the screeching wind. Like a banshee’s cry sending a wave of crumbled leaves with them. The pressing hour of the witches road nearing. Only one chance to succeed for else the seven would devour her.

Your familiar jumped on your shoulder, laying his tail around your neck. Squeezing your newly sister’s hands, you sang along. The words you had carved in your head for centuries. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. A pulsating force made you move your chest a bit back. Taken back by it’s intensity. The seven had entered the house. Having stepped over the boundaries.

Your gaze went to Agatha in front of you. Seeing her sing with fear in her eyes. Very well aware of the troubles waiting upstairs. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road.

The chanting became louder and louder. Overpowering the rumbling from upstairs. The ceiling shuddering with snippets of dust fluttering down. Squeezing their hands tight, you felt the primal force of a coven brewing down deep. Gaze fixating at Agatha with a hard stare. Maiden, mother, crone. An ominous sound seeped through the house.

Thundering with an ominous omen. A path one should not take. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Roared through the basement. Chanting loudly with every might from your lungs. Elevating with the brewing hymn. Looking up, you let the chanting fully consume you. To glory at the end.

Hands were released as all looked breathless at each other. For an eerie moment, everyone wondered if it worked. Emptiness. Whilst Agatha and the others were bickering. Knowing what was at her doorstep, you lowered yourself. Kneeling down to touch the cold ground. Your familiar jumped off your back, meowing soft.

You started to hum the hymn once more, brushing your hand over the ground. Closing your eyes briefly. When your hands felt roughness, you opened your eyes once more. Thundering rushed down the stairs as the teen appeared out of breath. – “Is that the door?” – he asked breathless. All looked at him before looking down at the ground. You were smiling wickedly at the door. Agatha immediately knelt down to pull the slots open.

“Help me!” – she yelled out with urgency. All came to her help. Revealing a set of steps. Stone and cold. You whistled brief as your familiar jumped on your shoulder. – “Down, down, down.” – you whispered taking the first step. Others quickly followed, going down. Letting the road consume them. Agatha closed the doors before the seven could claim her.

Following the glowing bouncing off the walls, you lead them down. A smile curling up when you met with the woods. Taking a deep breath, you let it consume your lungs. Letting it take over every breath of you. The teen came standing beside you, smiling excitingly at you. You smiled back at him as your black cat stuck his head out to him. The teen looked wonderous over to you.

With a simple nod of yours, you accepted. The teen reached out to scratch your cat behind the ear. – “May I ask you something Y/n?” – he dared to ask, lowering his hand. You hummed softly with a nod. – “How… why… why… were… you?” – he started, stumbling a bit over his words. Unsure how to phrase it. – “Buried?” – you responded knowing where he was going with it.

Staring off into the distance, your mind got pulled back a memory. Standing frozen as the teen tried to get a reaction out of you by waving his hand before you. – “Crawling all the way…” – you said numbly. Your cat meowed in your ear, making you shake your head awake.

Plastering on a smile, you looked back at the teen. Tapping his nose with a playful shrug. You then hummed loudly to hop after the others. – “Is… is she alright?” – Alice asked Jennifer lowly. Jennifer moved her gaze onto you. – “I’ve only heard rumours, but she was betrayed…” – Jennifer responded. – “By whom?” – Alice wanted to know. Jennifer only looked in Agatha’s direction as it said enough.

Alice nodded nervously as it made a bit more sense. Agatha came to a stop, turning round to everyone. – “We will be tested at every possible given.” – she explained. There were some uncertainties amongst the sisters. Unsure how they would be tested to find glory at the end. – “Shall we?” – Agatha exclaimed, clasping her hands together. She noticed your gaze was fixated on the ground. 

Staring lost at it, almost like in trance. Agatha chuckled nervously coming over to you. She came standing behind you, taking you by the shoulders. – “Y/n, let’s go.” – she whispered to you, her lips close to your cheek. You numbly rocked your body wobbly on your heel. – “Let’s go…” – she repeated tugging on your shoulder to follow her.

When Agatha turned around she noticed Mrs. Hart… uhum Sharon had taken off. It made her groan loud needing to search for her. All of you started to run, hearing screams. Screams filling the witches road like an embrace. Familiar and known. Your eyes widened seeing Mrs. Hart trying to pull her purse out of a puddle of mud. Slowly devouring her purse. Making it one with the earth.

You rushed over to her, grabbing her by the ankles, ready to pull along with Jennifer as your eyes fell on the mud puddle. Seeing how it was swallowing the purse whole. It made your whole heart empty, waiting for the beat to come out. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – Jennifer called out as you weren’t helping.

Agatha noticed the trauma reflecting deep in your eyes as it made her come to assist. Grabbing the ankle with your hands around it to assist in tugging. Mrs. Hart got pulled back, making you fall down. Blinking rapidly, you crawled on top of Agatha. A distant look in your eyes, as you held a stick against her throat. Pushing it slightly into her skin.

Cheeks trembling with fury as a part of you wanted to jab it through her throat. Agatha had moved her hands up, seeing you were miles away. A darkness deep in your eyes. – “Y/n.” – the teen spoke approaching you. – “Lower the stick…it’s alright…” – he said calmly, reassuring you. – “Y/n… it’s alright…” – he came kneeling beside you.

“Let Agatha go Y/n.” – he spoke softly reaching for your hand. Panting loud, your hand trembled. Once the teen moved his hand over yours, it seemed to steady. He slowly moved the stick away from Agatha’s throat. Taking your other hand to help you off Agatha and up your feet. Agatha touched her throat for a pinch.

“I’m…I’m sorry…” – you told the teen, not sure what overcame you. – “It’s alright.” – he responded with a soft smile. Your familiar came brushing against your leg, making you look down at him. Kneeling down, you picked him up, letting him snuggle against your chest.

The comfort of him brought you back to reality. Not sure what had overcome you. – “Has that always been there?” – Jennifer asked after some silence. Making you all look at the house in the distance. Agatha smirked coming nearer. All of you followed her towards the house. You remained in the back, feeling out of yourself. Like you had no idea who this person was.

This person that seemed to keep trying to crawl her way out. Been in the darkness for a very long time. Chained and shackled. The house was warningly welcoming.  Looking at the others, you saw there had been a change in appearances. It made you rub your hands nervously together. By the diner table, you stood holding the glass of wine up.

Mrs. Hart drank the wine in one breath, making you raise your brow at her. – “Shall we take the girl talk to the sofa?” – she said tipsy making you all return to the living room. You took a deep breath, feeling a shiver up your spine when Agatha stroke her finger up your arm.

“Do not drink it.” – she whispered to you with a witchy smile. It made you stare down your glass. Seeing the wine swirl around like blood. Glaring at her, you moved the glass up. – “I stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine.” – you told her before emptying your glass down your throat. Down, down, down it went. Agatha’s gaze widened. With a beckoning look, you threw your glass against the ground.

Shattering into a dozen pieces. It made her jump back to avoid the shatters. The first symptoms appeared with Mrs. Hart. Her face all swollen, you could barely recognize her. Then it consumed the others. Taking each and one witch. Poison. The wine was poisoned. Your cat meowed soft at the first trial. Counting down till the hour of death. Waiting patiently at the door for unsuccess.

For the only wakening to keep death at bay was an antidote. Jennifer send everyone off. You went with Lilia and Agatha. Haunted by the hour of death and it’s testing. For a witch would be tested greatly.

The chime of a bell made you stop in your tracks. Lilia and Agatha continuing. Another bell chimed as it send a shiver down your spine. Feeling the room turn, you slowly turned around. An ominous sound grasping you when you stared down at an empty grave. A bell chiming twice.

A banshee’s cry carried by the wind as crumbled leaves fluttered over your feet. Down. Down. Down. The empty hole in the grave seemingly enlarging till the very crust of the earth. A gaping mouth ready to swallow you whole. Your body started to shock a bit. Feeling a cough come up. The bell chimed for a third time. Trying to hold in the coughs. A thickness in your throat.

Coughing loud, you coughed up earth. Dry earth, coughed out like powder. Seeping out of your mouth as it made you sink to your knees. Kneeling at the bed of the grave, the bellowing emptiness below. Down. Down. Down. Coughing more, the earth from your mouth fell in the empty grave.  

Feeling yourself choke on the earth and sand in your mouth. There seemed to be no end. Thy breathing woven to earth. Trying to grasp for air, you grasped your fingers down your throat. Body wobbling as you felt yourself nearly tip down the gaping mouth of your boundness. All that gravel. Chained and shackled.

Body releasing gravity as you felt weightless. Tipping forwards, ready to meet your earthy bed. A sudden grip on your shoulder made you gasp awake. Blinking rapidly at the vast ground. No more cemetery. No more grave. Touching your mouth, it was clean of any earth. – “Y/n?” – Agatha asked concerned.

She came kneeling beside you as you teared up. Letting yourself fall against her chest, you cried soft. Agatha shushing you soothingly. She placed a sorrowful kiss at the top of your head.

Gaining your senses, you pushed yourself off her. Returning to Jennifer to assist her. She noticed the spooked expression on your face. – “You too?” – she asked, making you nod. One of the side-effects of the poison you weren’t keen on. Your black cat jumped on the counter, purring loudly as you stroke his back. – “Is it true?” -Jennifer asked making you look up at her. – “Did you truly get betrayed?” – she wanted to know.

“It's my whole heart. Weighed and measured inside.” – you responded as it sounded like a riddle to her. – “Deemed and delivered a crime.” – you went on, staring into the distance, still petting your familiar. Not wanting to engage in it further, you picked up your cat, moving away from Jennifer. Jennifer nodded respectfully. The others returned all with their ingredients for the antidote.

You held on close to your familiar, watching Jennifer brew the potion. Your cat jumped onto your shoulder when you held hands to change the potions colour. Needing it to be teal. With the teens blood it reached teal. Letting a fallen hair drop in. The hour of death at your shoulder, breathing down. Trying to outrun it. To escape the hour of death, you drank the potion.

“Hurry!” – Agatha shouted as the glass had broken. Sending a flood of water inside. Your cat jumped into your arms as you ran with it to the open oven. Jennifer crawled through it first. You followed with your cat as the others were behind you. Jennifer’s scream was loud when she went down the slide. Followed by laughter. Cackling with pleasure down the slide till your body bumped against hers. One by one, they went down the slide. All getting up but one. For Sharon was dead.

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