Ethan shrugged into his heavy cloak, making sure that no sign of the feathery white insides were visible. He didn't want to blow his almost impeccable disguise…
And then he remembered his newly dyed hair. That certainly wouldn't be taken well by the preexisting group he would be visiting. Well, it was definitely much too late to change it. He could hear the first torches being lit as people rose for the new day. Quickly, he ducked into the bushes.
Ow. Thorns. I forgot about the thorns.
No matter. It only mattered if he escaped- which was an increasingly grim and scary thought.
Escape. Run. Leave. Those three words were very similar, but when used they implied very different things.
'leave'. Someone overstayed their welcome.
'run'. Something went wrong, so it's time to go.
'escape'. You're in danger. You need to run for your life. This is your only chance.
He was escaping.
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Unfinished Stories That I Will Likely Never Finish
FanfictionHere are some of my unfinished short stories/oneshots/drabbles that I have no other place to put Warnings are at the beginning of every chapter, as per usual!
