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The Full Picture
Gage took his glasses off, closed his eyes, and buried his face into his hands. Pinching the bridge of his nose and asked seven year old Isaiah to repeat what he had just said.“Jake said that he was going to poop in my hand!”Gage sighed, disappointed that what he had originally thought he heard was correct.“No, I know that you told me already but I just don’t understand why he would say that,” Gage said. You’re sure that you didn’t say anything unkind to him before he said this?”“No, I didn’t say anything to him!”Gage found it hard to believe that Jake would look at Isaiah and then threaten to...
Hector's Victory
That day, Una asked me ever so nicely- looking at me with those coy, puppy dog eyes. "Granny dearest...my teacher wants you to write a letter to the girl you were when you were twenty years old. You write such good stories, granny. So nice. You will write it, won't you?Another fluttering of those eyelashes. I was saying yes, nodding and kissing her before I had even registered what she was talking about. Una artfully slipped away with a big smile on her face. I beamed.A few awkward moments later, a dull realization of what I had gotten my sorry self mixed up in - hit me. Pondering over what ex...
The Worst Restaurant in Earlingdale
Dear Sir/Madam/Creature of the night/Witch/Wizard/Living dead/Misunderstood monster/Other,I am writing in reply to your sincere and unambiguous concern about the standards upheld here at The Earlingdale Eating House. I understand that you write to us as a high-ranking senior from the Department of Hospitality Standards and that you saw our recent review in the local newspaper, The Earlingdale Times. I understand and appreciate fully that the reports on the cleanliness of the premises, the manner of the staff, the questionable ingredients, the atmosphere and more might fill such a person of you...www.onedoor.cc
Tome Travel
The arrogant cat had been on Arnold’s nerves for hours. It was long past the ‘getting on’ stage. The cat was plucking at his nerves as if he was a violin and she was a murderously aggressive violinist.“If they’re not a cat, then they’re not a real god,” she insisted, licking her black paw.“That’s a very bold statement,” said Arnold, clanking as he dusted one of the exhibits in the Museum of Magical Items.“It’s true. People are all over Thor right now, but he’s not a god,” the onyx feline stretched and rubbed herself on a three-thousand-year-old vase. He had to catch it as it wobbled to stop wh...