Workday Nightmare--Lifetime Dream_Wizard's Window_Ruby and the Rat_Welcoming Portals of Dreams
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Workday Nightmare--Lifetime Dream
During John Wilkenski’s youth in Elizabeth, New Jersey he had played out his Fountain of Youth act well--so well, in fact, that none of his neighbors ever guessed that the age he portrayed in his daily life quite skillfully disguised his actual, and much older, chronological self. What they also didn’t realize was his “staged act” would come in handy in the future in a way neither he nor they had ever imagined.John grew up in a typical “blue collarwww.onedoor.cc” working class area of the “Port” area of New Jersey’s fourth largest city--so named for its close proximity--within about eight blocks...
Wizard's Window
Damn, that spell nearly struck me. I am running for my life at this point, past the old witch’s hut, I'm glad the old crone isn’t out there to curse me as I rush by. I think the dark wizards might end up killing me. “Pfft like hell.” I mutter to myself. I run into the giant mushroom forest, the smell of mycelium fills the air, the cold stillness of the musty air is surreal. My recognition on the smells of mushroom forest is interrupted when a spell strikes me, a spell that for some reason sounds like an alarm clock. Awaking I smack my alarm clock. “It was only a dream.” I say frustratingly. ...
Ruby and the Rat
Long ago, on a day like so many before it, a distant clock tower chimed the hour. The sun rose, casting its radiant light over the snow-laden land. In a small shack on the edge of the village, the golden rays warmed Ruby’s face. The young woman gripped her blanket, her one luxury, and snuggled her sleepy face into its warm embrace. The fire had died long ago and she held onto the warmth of her bed as long as possible in the cozy haze of dawn. She dared to open her eyes. The glistening snow shone beautifully outside, and the sun, nestled on the horizon, greeted her.Ruby gasped, jumping to her ...
Welcoming Portals of Dreams
Sherri was an adorable six-year-old girl with curly blonde hair and rosey cheeks who loved to hold books in her hand and was always smiling and laughing. Her mother enjoyed reading stories to her but she seemed to like more of the stories she made up herself. If her teacher told her she was talking out of turn Sharri would tell her mother a story about a girl who talked too much. One day her mother read a story to her about a princess who was looking for a friend. Sherri thought about that story but was sleepy so she was sleeping before her mother could finish reading,When she awoke the next m...