He Swallowed His Fire_T.G.I.F._Fairytales Don't Exist_Aset
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He Swallowed His Fire
Once upon a time in a faraway land, high on a mountaintop overlooking the tiny village of Elderberry, lived a fire-breathing dragon named Fillibert.” Legend had it that Fillibert had been hatched from an egg that glittered like an enormous crystal in the sunlight. The crystal was said to have given Fillibert his ferocious fire.Dragons are, by nature, hoarders, so, often their lairs became as thick as berry brambles with treasures! Fillibert didn’t hoard gold or art or magic like other dragons. Fillibert’s special weakness was hats. How he first came to love “tops,” as he called them...
T.G.I.F.
Monday, August 6th8:05 a.m.I sneak into the office from the back door, slide into my cubicle, clutching the coffee that made me late. There is no getting around the timeclock installed on my computer, though, and the screen turns red as I log in with my username and password. “Dammit,” I whisper to myself. This is going to bring the wrath of HR. My third Monday in a row being late. I take a sip of my latte. Worth it.“Uh oh. Sounds like someone is a grumpy-guss.”I look up to see Marlene hanging over the side of my cubicle. She’s peering down at me through her wire-framed glasses and clutching h...
Fairytales Don't Exist
Stella Nena was brought up in a dreamy cream cottage by the forestwww.onedoor.cc lake, living off elderberry juice, poinsettia jam, and eucalyptus bread. She dressed in silky soft robes of swan feathers—all given willingly, of course—and swept the soot from the fireplace while singing. The same fireplace that would squeal steaming embers when she came to the rocking chair every evening, prop her feet up on the cotton-wood cushion, and bury her face between the yellowing pages of a large tome. This was the fantasy she concocted. A pretty picture in her head. Stella Nena, dreamer girl and magic master. Spendi...
Aset
She was an Egyptian goddess Aset. Many pronounce her name wrong. She is from long long ago. Times were different then. She can’t tell their secrets to life and death but offers clues and hints to me. She is one of my guardians. I have many of them. Old and new. Times are rapidly changing and One needs be on guard. There are many evils in this world trying to make the humans die faster. From what I gather the faster the evil kills you the longer the wait into heaven. If you call the afterlife that. It has many names and many different stories. They are all quite the same though these stories. I...