Hey guys! I'm a little late today since my internet provider sucks. After a crap load of procrastinating, I'm now trying to prepare another one of my stories for submission. According to the "guidelines" it needs to be post marked by the 15th of Feb... Someone wanna tell me how you get something post marked on a Sunday? It'd be nice if people actually checked dates before they post them ;)
Enough rambling and on to today's prompt!
While hiking through the mountains in Asia, you come across an ancient Shaolin temple. What happens when you arrive? Are they friendly and welcoming, or would they rather run you through with a sword?
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Your boots make a shush-shush-swoosh sound on the ground, but the silence is unnerving. You look up at the sky, try to mark the position of the sun, turn your eyes back down to your dusty boots. You grip the straps of your pack more tightly with your sweaty hands and concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other. Right, left, right – you stumble and fall on your hands, grazing your palms. The smears of crimson blood seem out of place in this dusty world.
You pull yourself up and slowly raise your head again. Ahead, shimmering like a mirage, is a vision of a colourful temple with cheerful turned-up corners to ward the demons away. You wonder if they can follow you inside, hope that they can’t and doubt it, too. You blink. In front of the mirage is an angel – an angel in the robes of a nun. Now you’re hearing things: a gong chiming from the mirage, the angel’s voice speaking to you, a birdcall. You don’t feel anything, oddly enough, not even the ground under you – or the lack of ground under you…. Your last waking thought is of how beautiful the angel is.
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