My Own Life_Fish in white wine sauce_Depths of Light_Möbius Man
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My Own Life
All my life I was told what to do. I was told what to say, how to act, even how to dress. It felt like my life wasn't mine to have. It felt like I was being controlled. I felt like a puppet.My father would hold shows for kids in the neighborhood. I was always the star of those shows. The kids would gather from here and far just to watch me and my family perform.My name is Tiny. My name suits me because, as you can guess, I'm small.I was my dad's favorite out of my many brothers and sisters. My dad would take me anywhere. Well, he had to because we moved a lot. For the shows of course. Once we ...
Fish in white wine sauce
“It’s her birthday tomorrow,” Jerry said. “What should we do for her?” asked Suzie. “We could go to her favorite restaurant,” Jerry replied. “We can’t afford it. Could we invite her over to our house for dinner?” Suzie suggested. “That’s a great idea!” Jerry exclaimed. “We’ll have to invite everyone else too.” “That’s ok,” Suzie said. “I can handle it.”Suzie grabbed her notepad and started to make a list. She didn’t have much time. What would she prepare for dinner? Something easy but impressive. Suzie thought hard. Chicken? Lamb? No, that would take too long. Hmmm, she thought, maybe fish? Fi...
Depths of Light
The inhabitants of the cabin were fully consumed by the deep tightness of their sleep. As the darkness settled over the rooms, the hearts of the four inpiduals continued to beat steadily. They were completely unaware of the infection spreading through the house. It sank into the walls. Every log, every cubic centimeter of fabric in the carpets lined along the floor, it was beginning to alter. This change was gradual, calm. It was the steady rhythm of a snake coiled around its prey, suffocating it at such a rate that it didn't realize its life was about to end. The only occupant of the cabi...
Möbius Man
Trigger warning: suicide The guardsman’s tall, jet black, bearskin hat bristled in the moist London air as he marched out to the rod iron gates of Buckingham Palace to address the situation. His face was almost as red as his dress uniform and his voice was as stern as his old headmaster. “Get back! Do not climb on the fence!”The school kids backed away, giggling and taking selfies or social media videos. He stomped his foot twice, did a smart about face, shouldered his L85A2, the standard issue rifle of all British Armed Forces, and marched back to his sentry box.“Bloody tourists,” he whispewww.onedoor.ccre...