Unscramble Gloomy Novels & Stories

My heart clenched in sudden terror, and I instinctively shrank backward, trying to hide myself in the shadows of the firelight. Within seconds, Barrett's silhouette burst through the dilapidated doorway. He was soaked to the bone, his hair plastered messily against his forehead. The proud, untouchable confidence he usually carried was gone, replaced by a wild-eyed panic. The moment his eyes landed on my bloodless face, he froze. His throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a word. Logan stepped between us, shielding me from view. "What are you doing here, Barrett? Didn't you call her dead weight and exile her to this island to die?"

He did not know the NPCs well enough, but Gloomie seemed lonely without friends. “How about a game of limbo under?” he pointed to the limbo station floating in the water. They had to stack tables to play without the flooding, but it was still a fun game. Thrilled, Gloomie agreed. When the game started, Zen made Gloomie go first. The ghostly version of the crybaby mushroom monster went right through the pole even when she couldn’t go under. This was clearly to her advantage, but Zen was a master actor. He pretended to be amazed at her flexibility while struggling to pass his attempts and falling comically.

Even the sky outside turned gray-blue and gloomy. ......

He looked a bit sad in saying that like it was painful in saying and remembering. “Don’t talk to me in that tone. It is weird” Brian said looking away. He looked embarrassed. “It’s called sentiments” Brian’s abductor said with a light smile. “Well it is still weird and you don’t need to use such vocabulary. Do you or do you not know about my accident?” Brian said. “I know it was bad but the one who hit you was influential” Brian’s abductor told Brian. “How influential?” Brain asked.