GENERAL PIGNOUF
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Huxley followed his parents into the house, stepping into an entrance hall where wooden stairs curved gracefully toward the second floor, their polished surface gleaming under the soft light of a wrought-iron chandelier. To the left, an arch opened to an enormous living room, its modern design a surprising contrast to the house’s ancient stone exterior. He’d expected rustic stone walls and heavy wood everywhere, picturing a cramped, medieval space, but instead, sleek furniture and clean lines do
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you have enough clues to know what the answer to the first question is, as for the second one i guess not everybody show their love in the same way yeah pretty brutal, unfortunately i talk from experience, and even tho the ocean is only an hour and a half away i would not recommend the coast at this time of the year, unless you like overcrowded beaches full of tourists.
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Huxley gazed through the plane’s window as it descended toward the airport, the small town below unfolding like a patchwork of fields and stone rooftops. It stirred memories of Macon, his hometown, where quiet streets and open yards held a warmth he still cherished, despite the short time he’d lived there. The move to Atlanta had been his father’s doing, another decision driven by his relentless career ambitions. Huxley winced, resentment flaring like a smoldering ember. His father’s obsession w
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Fog enveloped the valley on this cold winter evening, the night having settled over the frozen landscape hours ago. An empty regional road sliced through the wilderness, the only trace of humanity in a vast sea of untamed nature. A lone black SUV rolled cautiously through the winding turns, its neon headlights casting fleeting beams on the frost-covered, skeletal trees. In the left backseat, a boy fought to stay awake, his eyelids drooping after a long, exhausting day. His parents sat in silence
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You can always trust your those who you share blood with right ? Well home sweet home i hope you enjoy the ride I'm quite sure he will get along, no worries 😀
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Somewhere deep below the earth, alone in a vast labyrinth of armed concrete was a man. He lingered here for too long waiting for the time to come, centuries had passed since it at seen the light of day for the last time, despite all that it was eager, as the deadline was coming closer every day. Inside one of the abandoned complex was a note book. He had read that book a thousand times, the only thing it contained was the ramblings of a mad SS officer about all the different myth that coul
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The plane had taken off roughly four hours ago, and now, deep into the night, the slight turbulence hadn’t stopped most passengers from sleeping soundly. Even the children who had turned the first couple of hours into a chaotic ordeal had finally settled down, exhausted from their earlier ruckus. However, one passenger remained wide awake: a young man squeezed between two elderly women in the left aisle. The combination of lower cabin pressure and his blocked nose had clogged his ears, maki
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Huxley is 17 and forced to move out of the US because of his father getting a work opportunity in Europe, moving to Pau a mid-sized town in the south-west of France he will have to start a new life and encounter new peoples. including one young man who will set him on an unknown path full of dangers. Will Huxley successfully adapt to his new life or will his own demons make him crumble ?
