A Few Sneak Peeks

You guys have been very patient with me, and I feel like you guys deserve something better than me. So, I'll allow you guys to get a few sneak peeks at some stories that I've been working on the last few months!

He couldn’t even remember his old life before he appeared on this platform. Faces were muddled and blurred with time and blood, names wiped from his addled mind, locations distant. Dirt and blood caked his being, layer upon layer of red blood and black ooze covered his clothes, war torn and tattered.

I opened my door, and a faint whispering caught my attention. Normally, something like this doesn’t bother me, just hearing random voices of course, but when I see a leather bound book that looked decrepit and about to fall apart, glowing an ominous red, I had to stop in some form of mild shock and watch the book slowly and gently spin in the same spot, as if it was an item to be picked up in an RPG game. Being the dumbass that I am, I decided I was going to pick up the tome and place it on my dresser to read later. As soon as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, it let out a wail and the book opened, spinning towards me. The pages started flipping by themselves like an invisible gust of wind was pushing them. Suddenly, it stopped on a page filled with words. Words in a mix of languages to be exact. But for some reason, I could read all of them clearly. Latin, Russian, German, English, and many other different languages that I couldn’t identify right away were readable to me like I had spoken these languages for my whole life. I blinked, and suddenly the words literally popped out of the book, circling around the book itself. Then, as I started reading the first sentence I could lay my eyes on, the words started circling around me. My eyes widened, and I was about to let out a shout or scream of shock, but the book opened up once more, producing a purplish energy that started to swirl around me, sucking me in, stealing my breath, and forcing me to black out.

Journal Entry #1371:
Equestria has found another set of ruins deep beneath the land. Fifty three miles southwest of Vanhoover lay the cave entrance that leads to the ruins. It was reported that a couple had taken refuge here from a violent storm and was exploring the cave when they came across a rusted door with flickering lights barely lighting the dim passageway. When they tried pushing the door open, some form of panel screeched open from the rock, flickering on and with a handprint on it. They removed themselves from the cave after that, spreading ridiculous rumors about the beasts behind that door.

Nicholas tapped his pen on the piece of paper given to him by his Algebra teacher, trying to mentally solve the math problem before him. The teacher was silently watching everyone from her desk, her large glasses magnifying the look of her eyes, giving her a more intimidating appearance as she gazed at each of the kids in her class. She looked ready to retire from teaching, giving that she had graying hair that was almost fully white with age and her skin looked like old leather left out in the sun too long. Some of the other kids in the room sat with their heads down, pretending to be asleep. Some of the boys in the back of the room were whispering to each other, chuckling to themselves as they pulled rubber bands from around their wrists. The teacher watched them closely as they started to pull out small pieces of paper bent down the middle. Paper hornets were their name, and the boys were playing a game of patience.

And that's the end of the sneak peeks. I would've had more, but most of them are incomplete, more of just ideas penciled down on a random piece of paper. C'est la Vie...