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out how to contribute <a href="https://readmedium.com/choosing-your-own-adventures-at-the-den-1e20fceb173c"><b>here</b></a>, or return to the previous chapter, ‘<a href="https://readmedium.com/deeper-into-the-woods-549ff096eca3">Deeper into the Woods’</a> or ‘<a href="https://readmedium.com/bats-77c48b0754f3">Bats</a>’.</p></blockquote><p id="e587">The tower, a crooked finger beckoning you to your doom, leers down at you. You study its crumbling facade, like a rotting jack-o-lantern’s grin. Gargoyles perch along the parapet as twisted stone sentinels. The weight of their lifeless gaze bores onto your back as you cros

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s the weed-choked courtyard.</p><p id="e413">The yawning doorway makes your skin prickle; it wants to swallow you whole.</p><p id="4f46">Glancing back, your path morphs as if the forest means to trap you here.</p><p id="dcab">“Here we are. Riches await,” Geart says, his sharp teeth glinting in the eerie light.</p><p id="7cb0">Gripping your bow, you step inside.</p><p id="823f"><a href="https://readmedium.com/the-shade-awakens-e55824b19537"><b>Continue.</b></a></p><figure id="c500"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*1m3wHOcgE7ZCgsgt.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

DRABBLE STORY ARC #4: BOUNDLESS LUCK

At the Tower

A chapter of a ‘choose your own’ story — drabble edition!

The tower door awaits its visitor; photo by Bing Image Creator

This is a continuation of Boundless Luck, a Choose Your Own Adventure Story (drabble edition) started by Bradan Writes Stories. Find out how to contribute here, or return to the previous chapter, ‘Deeper into the Woods’ or ‘Bats’.

The tower, a crooked finger beckoning you to your doom, leers down at you. You study its crumbling facade, like a rotting jack-o-lantern’s grin. Gargoyles perch along the parapet as twisted stone sentinels. The weight of their lifeless gaze bores onto your back as you cross the weed-choked courtyard.

The yawning doorway makes your skin prickle; it wants to swallow you whole.

Glancing back, your path morphs as if the forest means to trap you here.

“Here we are. Riches await,” Geart says, his sharp teeth glinting in the eerie light.

Gripping your bow, you step inside.

Continue.

Fiction
Choose Your Own Adventure
Fantasy
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Horror
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