One last time_The Afterlife of Henri Girard_Puppet Master_Yardstick
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One last time
Cody pushes his makeshift wooden sled from when he and his Ben from when they both were kids. "Oh come on Ben where are you? I would love to have your help right about now,but no you're doing god knows what else. While I'm doing all the work." Cody said frustratingly. Cody finally makes it to the top of the hill where he has a good view of the neighborhood has he waits for Ben.After a while Ben finally makes his way up the hill, Cody notices him trying to make his way up. "Oh look what the cat dragged in. You finally decided to come. If you didn't come sooner I probably gotten hyperthermia or ...
The Afterlife of Henri Girard
My name is Henri Girard. I am a chef. Or should I say, I was a chef for the du Monde family at Montenero, their estate in Virginia. Now I have been dead a long time. Doomed to stay in the wine cellar of this estate during the daylight hourswww.onedoor.cc, every day since 1938、 I am what you might call a ghost. I will tell you my story. I began my training to be a chef at the side of my Grand-maman in the French countryside. We lived in a small village where we could obtain fresh fruits, vegetables and herbs easily. My Grand-maman raised me as my own mother had passed away when I was just 2 years. Father wo...
Puppet Master
I was falling asleep to the lull of the wine on my crappiest-looking La-Z-Boy chair when I heard the phone buzz to the rhythm of someone calling me. “Don’t care, feeling too angsty to talk to anyone anyway,” I remember myself thinking as I closed my eyes in my twilight living room. In hindsight, I should’ve gotten up and answer the phone. If I did, I would have been able to talk with my estranged uncle before he passed away and I may have gotten a more realistic explanation than the one I’m stuck with now.Uncle Dan was his name. And I didn’t even get to hear about him until after he died. The...
Yardstick
Topaz looked through the peephole. There was no one there, despite the door having been knocked on seconds earlier. He pushed open the door--and pushed something over. Down the steps of his front porch rolled a little wire cage with something small and green inside of it. It was cheeping. “Oh my God,” he muttered. “Andy! You did not!” “Mom doesn’t want it anymore!” screamed Andy’s voice from the driveway. “That’s not my problem! What the heck am I supposed to--” “I don’t know; it’s a green-cheek conure!”“What?”A pause, and then:“The green-cheeked parakeet or green-cheeked conure is a small par...