

Nightmare on Duke StreetVincent smiled. His sleep was pleasant, and his rest well deserved. Upon his return from his journey to educate a faraway land, his travels were harsh. The path was flooded with obstacles in forms of sandstorms and droughts. He worked as a messenger for his father, and was often sent on long missions of enlightenment, to bring aid to other less fortunate lands. Needless to say, he had had a busy year, and was more than appreciative of his down-time. Little did Vincent realize that something strange was happening all around him. The lush green pastures of his land turned to soil. The skies faded to a dusty gray, the clouds but bittNightmare on Duke Street


Gloomy Bloomy DoomedOnce upon a time, in a small village called Bloomville, there was an Elder who couldn’t read. In fact, nobody could read. Because of this, the land was not prosperous at all, and was always very gloomy. Everyone argued, fought, and soiled in the streets, and they all had to resort to cannibalism due to the lack of vegetation. One fine day, just outside of Bloomville, a young man named Vincent was riding by on a horse. He had heard of the village and knew of their dilemma. He came from a land of literature and peace, and his mission was clear. He needed to bring peace, knowledge, and vegetation to the gloomy village. He rode in onGloomy Bloomy Doomed
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