- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror
The small suburban town is what one may call boring, mundane, simply a place outsiders pass through to get to another more interesting city. The population is on the low side, but all amenities are available, even to those who may wish to stay a little while. Visitors aren't dissuaded, but wary eyes are usually cast over them, and a breath of relief once they are gone.
Creeker's Tale, after all, has far from normal inhabitants. At a glance, everyone seems normal, just like any other suburb. It is only when one delves deeper that they realize how different this place really is.
Creeker's Tale, after all, has far from normal inhabitants. At a glance, everyone seems normal, just like any other suburb. It is only when one delves deeper that they realize how different this place really is.
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Creeker's Tale, 8:30 pm, on a warm summer's night.
Aladdin, or Al as he was better known, liked to dress spiffy, enjoying seeming like someone with more money than he actually had. He was handsome enough with his clear eyes and mane of dark hair, and his manners were both charming with a little rogue added into the mixture. At the moment, he was heading out of a coffee shop. His demeanor would make it seem as if he was exiting after enjoying an expensive coffee or maybe a fancy sandwich. That couldn't be further from the truth, as he was simply the dishwasher, heading home after a long day.
He'd learned from when he was just a child that looks were always what people judged others by, whether they believed they did or not. He'd always looked like a street rat, and he'd always been treated as one too. That lead to various adventures in his past, a long, long time ago. A past with no point to look back at, in his opinion.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. Polishing it against his sleeve, he was transported back to a once upon a time, where he had offered an apple to a princess. He chuckled, shaking his head, and tossed the apple in the air. He caught it with ease and took a bite.
Bland, he thought to himself, shaking his head. Welp, better than nothin', I s'pose.
Aladdin, or Al as he was better known, liked to dress spiffy, enjoying seeming like someone with more money than he actually had. He was handsome enough with his clear eyes and mane of dark hair, and his manners were both charming with a little rogue added into the mixture. At the moment, he was heading out of a coffee shop. His demeanor would make it seem as if he was exiting after enjoying an expensive coffee or maybe a fancy sandwich. That couldn't be further from the truth, as he was simply the dishwasher, heading home after a long day.
He'd learned from when he was just a child that looks were always what people judged others by, whether they believed they did or not. He'd always looked like a street rat, and he'd always been treated as one too. That lead to various adventures in his past, a long, long time ago. A past with no point to look back at, in his opinion.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. Polishing it against his sleeve, he was transported back to a once upon a time, where he had offered an apple to a princess. He chuckled, shaking his head, and tossed the apple in the air. He caught it with ease and took a bite.
Bland, he thought to himself, shaking his head. Welp, better than nothin', I s'pose.