Richard Rigor stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt and continued to walk slothfully through the lonely streets of the small town

The Harridan sighed heavily as she looked into the glass of the ominous crystal ball, seeing the young boy with sandy brown hair and sage green eyes (Please leave comments so I may improve)

Teaser.

For the stressed, the wound up, the Friday feelers...

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That summer the bounty hunters came to Babel, fifteen hard men with mean faces and minds to ensnare the wary.

200 words.