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Labyrinth
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Ongoing, First published Mar 24, 2024
I looked up, and saw nothing but dark thick clouds that never ended and what seemed like dark elements flying in the clouds. I instantly realized we were in 
Hell.

Nicole with her two friends went camping for the holidays, one of her friends didn't believe in superstitions and magic until they're stuck in a forest and can't escape. The more they delve in the more confused they are, with disappearing houses, missing drivers, trances and crazy imaginations that messes with their heads. 
     'The only way out is to solve the puzzles' she said.
      'Which puzzles' I asked.
       'That's the question, which puzzle. Now solve the puzzle' she said.
       I looked at her like she was nuts and she disappeared.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.