Auld Patsy_Fallibility_A Night in the Library_The Legend of the Bleeding Heart Dove
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Auld Patsy
The rotten house of Auld Patsy had one big window facing Cracker Street. Nine-year-old Tuley cocked her head to watch his long fingers place—in the second box on the third window bar—an unpainted wooden girl, next to the brown cow with a gold bell. His black eyes twinkled at her, then his head jerked back to the doll. He raised several wrinkles along his bony nose. Lifting the doll, he pinched it with his penknife. He blew the shaving away and placed it back on the shelf, then moved the cow to the other side, then back again to the first place, where he patted it on the butt with his stained f...
Fallibility
If you were to ask me who I am, I would be inclined to lead you astray. Not necessarily for the sake of maleficence, but rather for the joy of mischievousness. You see, I must deceive in order to achieve my objective. It is my inclination and my delight. I mean no harm, and you will take no offense, so long as you are capable of laughing at yourself. But, woe to the one who takes offense. For if you cannot get along with me, you will most certainly learn how to get along without me, unwittingly banishing hope in the process. To forsake the very nature of me is to forsake merriment. Many a men ...
A Night in the Library
‘So, Mister… Phraserdish? Am I pronouncing that correctly?’‘Yes, sir.’ God, I need this job. ‘Okay, so, Mr. Phraserdish, I looked through your resumé and you seem to be a good fit for this job, but tell me, why did you apply to this position?’Money. ‘I’ve always been fascinated by literature. I spent most of my life reading, I even tried to get published once. I figured working in a library was the best nextwww.onedoor.cc thing.’ Bullshit. Never read a book in my life, and the only thing I’ve ever written are grocery lists.‘Well, that’s great! It’s always nice when people are passionate about their work. Y...
The Legend of the Bleeding Heart Dove
A long time ago, when the hills were green with fruit trees and nothing covered the earth but flowering shrubs and soft grass, two doves, T’apat and Magiliw, fell in love. Their courtship was long and arduous, especially for T’apat, who had to best several suitors for the fair Magiliw. And since doves mated for life, Magiliw took her time in selecting a husband. But she did choose the devoted T’apat in the end.Unfortunately, after five monsoons, the pair was still childless. The nest that T’apat carefully prepared every year, remained empty of eggs. And while the other breeding pairs’ dens wer...