YELLOW LEAVES_"The Mysterious Incident Of Forgetting The Stubbing Of One’s Toe." : A Green
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YELLOW LEAVES
YELLOW LEAVES I walked a long time after I came out home. I started my walk towards….I did not knew where, passing through the park. Walking across the park, Iwww.onedoor.cc felt the grass still damp under my feet, but I should say under my shoes. Feeling the grass you step on, walking on it___and your feet are inside your shoes___(feeling the grass) damp, wet, still drenched in rain, it is a sensation which I have never been able to explain myself, since I have always worn waterproof shoes. After leaving the park I walked a long way down the three lined avenue leading to the station. The avenue has no si...
"The Mysterious Incident Of Forgetting The Stubbing Of One’s Toe." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq.Tale
“Ouch…ow…ow…OW…Buggeration! Salvation and frigid EPILATION! How can this be? RAABSZOLGAAAA!” Prince Wujatta bellowed, while stumbling and hopping angrily on one foot. In shambled the Prince’s faithful servant. Hunch backed, bow legged, a hook for a right hand, a grubby eyepatch, ancient and balding. Loyal Rabszolga rasped sycophantically: “My Light, what’ver is the matter?”“My toe you old noggin, my wonderful toe. Smashed by this murderous table leg!”“Oh my glorious prince, durn’t you fret! your faithful Rabtszi’s here”He took the helpless prince firmly yet gently by the hand and led him to hi...
A Murder!
Ivan hated birds. He hated everything about them, the way they looked. The way they walked, flew, chirped in the early hours of the morning. Cawing relentlessly into the late hours of the night. The foul smell they would leave in trails as they flew past him on his early morning walks. And the poop. Don’t get him started on the poop. There was nothing Ivan found more appalling than to wake up to find a fresh, sloping pile of oozing, slimming poop on his baby—a 67 fuchsia red mustang. Rebuilt from the most humble of beginnings, it was Ivan’s pride and joy. It was what got him up in the morning ...
A Night of Demons
“Now kids, remember Halloween is tomorrow and so it is important to stay inside. It is not safe for Ghosts on Halloween. Do you understand?” Mom asked Auria and her siblings. She gave this same speech every year and it was getting old, they weren’t little sprites anymore. Auria and her siblings were almost full-grown ghosts. “Do you understand me?”“Yes mother, we understand.” The young ghosts all chorused.With a nod, Mom further pressed, “Good. So that means you all won’t do what?”“We won't go outside until Halloween is over,” came the rehearsed response. The older ghost looked closely at all...