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File 18
Tonia gasped as the elevator doors glided open. Blinding light filtered through the glass walls of a huge office building that could not possibly exist anywhere near the open feild and woods area where she had last been above ground. Level upon circular level of floors lined with marked doors stacked up as far up and down as she could see. Hummings and beepings and telephone rings resounded around the large space. However, not a soul was in sight. Every single door on all the levels appeared to be closed. Looking around at her companions, Tonia realized that they were as shocked as she was. Kestrel slowly removed a camera from her leather satchel and snapped a picture of the surrounding building.
"We might need this for evidence later," she explained. Behind Tonia, Daisy took a sharp breath.
"Anyone else get the idea that we are definitely not supposed to be here?" She questioned.
"Actually, this is exactly where you are supposed to be," said a sudden and mysteriously familiar voice.
Tonia jumped and spun around to face...
"You!" Bolton exclaimed.
"Ahhh, stop doing that," Sam yelped at the same time, "it freaks me out!"
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This is a continuation of a past ski lodge. I don't care whether or not anyone comments, I just wanted to continue this because I missed it.
submitted by The Agent
(February 17, 2017 - 8:01 pm)
(February 17, 2017 - 8:01 pm)
Yay!!! You restarted this twice! I'm so glad. Ooo this is great Agent!
(May 7, 2017 - 4:58 pm)
You're back!!!!! Thank you so much, I love the story
(May 8, 2017 - 5:58 pm)
I loved this, SO GLAD it's finally back!
My CAPTCHA says kkkk, to which my autocorrect protests.
(May 8, 2017 - 6:14 pm)
File 22
The girl in the window turned around slowly. Something in her light brown hair caught the sunlight, and Jarren realized that it was a thin circlet of gold set carefully atop her head. She was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, and her posture was casual, as if to say, "so we're in a mysterious den of highly dangerous secret agents. 'So what? Might as well enjoy the patterns the afternoon sun makes on the shadowy floor.' Her sharp eyes glittered. She was exactly the type of person who lingered on the details*. When she was fully facing Jarren and Cortanna, she let her wings spread. They were white and feathery, and similar to Cortanna's, although there were a few differences. Cortanna's wings were like a bird's; made to swoop and soar and dive. The new girl's wings were more like an angel's; formed to linger and float in a lithe but not quite delicate fashion.
"Hello," she said, "I think you're Jarren."
Jarren nodded.
"You can call me. St. Owl." St. slid off the windowsill and bounced to the floor.
"Hi, Cortanna." St.'s tone was familiar, but not really friendly. Maybe the two were rivals. Or just acquaintances. It was hard to tell with girls. Girls were so weird. Especially Tonia.
Tonia!
"We have to find the others."
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*I noticed that in your Ashildr story. You may or may not do it in real life, but you do pay attention to details through your writing, and that's what makes it so inspiring.
(May 10, 2017 - 8:42 pm)
Oh, thank you! This is nice to hear because detail is definitely something I pay a lot of attention to when I'm writing.
I'm still reading! Just have to remember what happened before now, haha.
(May 12, 2017 - 5:11 pm)
I've also still been reading. Though I don't comment often, know that I am here and checking in every so often.
(May 12, 2017 - 6:57 pm)
Great, Agent! I'm still reading :)
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(May 11, 2017 - 3:59 pm)
TOP
(May 12, 2017 - 2:52 pm)
Lydia just said hoty!!! No kidding, it's like 80 outside (Or maybe it was a compliment?)
Ok, now she said youh. This is the closest I've ever come to actually talking with my captcha.
And it's weird.
Now she just said wcxc. And we're back to nonsense agin.....
(May 16, 2017 - 3:48 pm)
TOP!! And yes; I'm still reading this.
(May 17, 2017 - 1:37 pm)
I'm still here
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