Rainy Mourning_Which Witch Is Which Witch?_Oh No . . . Not Again._The Way it Happened
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Rainy Mourning
Cloudy, rainy days like today put me in such a state of missing my daughter a little more than yesterday. We used to be on the phone for hours especially on rainy days that were filled with lightning and thunder. She would call me when a heavy rainstorm was happening since she was afraid of the sound of thunderstorms. I would comfort her tell her some funny story about her father which set her mind at ease after a while, inasmuch that we would be laughing so much. She lived so far away, her husband was an architect and sometimes they had to travel all over the world but they finally settled in...
Which Witch Is Which Witch?
“Listen, guys, I think someone’s gotten the wrong idea about this whole ‘witch’ thing.” I’m zip tied to a metal chair in an abandoned building surrounded by four very large, very demanding, and very ugly men. The fading sunlight slants through the high-set broken windows, painting distorted shadows on the dusty, debris covered cement floor. “I know everybody thinks its all point-your-wand and say ‘Vera Verto’ or ‘Wingardiam Leviosa’ and all that good stuff. I mean, all props to my girl JK and all. At least there aren’t as many fundamentalists going on with the ‘Thou Shalt Not suffer a Witch to...
Oh No . . . Not Again.
Aubrey squinted at the bedside clock. It was four in the morning and the summer dawn was forcing its way in through a gap in the curtains.“Oh no.” He said, as he realised he’d made it through another night. “Not again.”He struggled to sit up. His twisted sheets refused to let go of his legs, after a bit of a tussle, he gave in and rolled onto his back. Images of a walrus heaving itself across a beach flashed through his mind. He lay still for a moment panting. His chest sounding like old bagpipes.The home never really slept. The majority of its residents didn’t know what day it was—what year i...
The Way it Happened
The Defender Me and Topaz went to this fancy restaurant, one of them with the low lights, candles in little glasses on tables covered in white cloth and clean cutlery wrapped in napkins. My treat. A handsome man in a penguin suit greets us when we walk in arm and arm. "Do you have reservations?" He asked. "Yes indeed. Mr. Harry Smith." I use my proper voice. Topaz chuckles. He waves and a clone of him takes his place behind the tall desk. "This way." He grabs menus. Topaz and I are flying high following him. The dining room is full, but there'www.onedoor.ccs a table waiting for us. Handsome pulls out a c...