Conflicting Expectations regarding Episode Thirteen_The Firebird's Answer_The Curse of the Swans
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Conflicting Expectations regarding Episode Thirteen
Dean looks at his watch. Laura had promised to meet him for coffee at three, but it’s already a quarter past the hour.Some things never change, he thinks; you can always count on Laura being late. He sips his coffee and grimaces. It has gone cold.“Do you want me to replwww.onedoor.ccace your cold coffee with a warm cup, love?” a motherly voice asks.Dean wakes up from his daydream and looks right into the eyes of a waitress.She winks at him: “I’m sure the girl you’re waiting for will be here any moment.”“Yes, thank you,” Dean answers. “She’s probably...”He wants to say “stuck in traffic,” but that wouldn’t b...
The Firebird's Answer
It’s a long way down. So long that looking down feels like falling, and looking out you can’t quite tell which way is up, and looking up you might as well be adrift in an ocean the size of the universe. My toes curl at the sight, a vain attempt to make the worn-out soles of my sneakers grip harder on the polished stone. “Do I really have to?” I say. My guide chuckles. He’s a large, lumbering sort of man, broad-shouldered and deep-voiced, and the chuckle sounds like two boulders crashing together. He introduced himself to me as the spirit of the mountain when I entered the cave miles below. H...
The Curse of the Swans
The swan wouldn’t go away. The windows rattle as she slams into it again, letting out an indignant squawk, her white feathers ruffling as she tilted her head to the side, staring at me as if trying to say, Come on! I reach over, fumbling for the remote, throwing the blankets off me. The TV snaps off with a satisfying click as I walk toward the window. The swan is still perched on the fire escape, staring at me. Frost coats her wings and feathers in a glistening coat of silver. I look past her, into the alley illuminated by pale yellow streetlamps, snow thickly falling from the slate-colored sk...
a psychic revenge
Hello, my name is Roland. Roland Nomanowski. I am a person who is psychic... I must speak to you, the person reading this document, before continuing. You must know that any further reading will gently lock you into my influence. A psychic bond will form from which I am unable to release you. I advise you to look away for a moment so that you can make an independent decision. If you decide to stop reading, I am not offended, but if you stay, you are welcome to join me. Our plane has landed and is moving toward the terminal. Obeying the lighted sign, I have unhooked the old fashioned seat ...