Into the Woods (6)

Olly was hurried into the small, cramped hiding place that was supposedly a basement of Glor's small slum house. However, it felt more like a small, dank cupboard. To her left was her Grams, to her right was Grandda, and creepily enough, to her back and front, were simply what felt like slimy walls, sleek... Continue Reading →

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Into the Woods (5)

‘Knock thrice and wait till the moment passes thrice?’ Olly read the odd inscription on a door half their size. What was it with this place and varying door sizes. ‘I must be stuck in an Alice dream,’ she muttered, reading the inscription again as Grams rapped on the door with three clear knocks a... Continue Reading →

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