Alice in Wonderland_ONCE UPON A TIME IN A VILLAGE CALLED AURORA_Visions and Revisions_The Historian&
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Alice in Wonderland
The second the alarm went off, Alice jumped out of bed. She had never been a morning person before, but now, since she became her own boss, waking up at the crack of dawn no longer posed a problem for the thirty-one-year-old. Dressed in her navy blue www.onedoor.ccpajamas adorned with stars and matching slippers, Alice shuffled into the kitchen and switched on the Smart Light. At first, Alice was skeptical when she heard of this invention, but was now a total believer. The light started off dim and gradually became brighter over a span of five minutes, giving the human eye time to adjust. Additionally, the ...
ONCE UPON A TIME IN A VILLAGE CALLED AURORA
Once upon a time in a village called Aurora where it was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, there lived a young lady named Emerald who was the most amazing artist in the entire village and everyday between morning and evening before the sunset Emerald would go to the village center and sell her creations. But nobody would buy them, only a few of her creations would sell but not enough to keep beloved bookstore open until one day a miracle over took the village of Aurora. Here is the miracle of Aurora.My precious bookstore is all I have left. It's the only thing that's ...
Visions and Revisions
[Contains profanity and brief descriptions of violence.] Yes, there was a great evil pushing at the world, he thought, and it only needed a little slipway, a little opening. —Raymond Carver He says he’ll ruin me. That’s his word: ruin. This customer, whose plump face consists mainly of beard matter and ruddy cheek flesh, stands by the door on his way out, angling a large pizza box against his hip. He’s yelling that he’s going to tell all his friends not to eat here. Then he actually jabs a finger skyward and screams, “I’ll ruin you!” And stomps off and slams the door. In the uprush of silence,...
The Historian's Tale
I am a historian. I can trace back my ancestry nearly two hundred generations. I know my history—the good, the bad and the ugly. And there has been a lot of bad and ugly.My mother, grandmother and great-grandmother were all warriors. They lived their lives covered in blood, reciting the names of loved ones who had died. My brother takes after my mother, and already when he comes home on leave, I can see the pain in his eyes.And here I am, among my books, and I am safe, and I am happy. I am surrounded by stories from throughout history. Through my books, I have had the privilege of getting to k...