Archie_Never Long Enough_The Chosen Ones_Ghot Radio
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Archie
It was so terribly cold. The snow was falling and it was almost dark. Tabitha closed the door of her old yellow mini and walked up the frozen path to her parent’s house. Tabitha was 23 years old. She had a mass of red hair that was always piled high on top of her head, swamping her tiny frame. Tabitha had lived in Broughton her whole life, only moving a few miles away from her parents after finishing university. She had inherited her cottage from her beloved grandmother and it was a perfect 2 up, 2 down stone cottage in a row of 3、 She arrived on the doorstep, her blue fingers brushing show of...
Never Long Enough
Her hands looked like they belonged to someone else. These were the hands of a stranger. They looked old, neglected, and worn. Her wrists carried purple cuts and bruises sharing tales of being restrained against her will. Straight jackets were only soft on your skin as long as you played the part, the part of someone who has lost her mind and had no will to live. The minute you fought against the lies and the truth threatened to unveil its awkward head, the gentle sanctuary of the mental institution became hostile and harsh.She knew that was where she was, she was locked up in the nut ward as...
The Chosen Ones
A greenhouse sits on four acres, of rolling hills, lined on either side, with Rhododendron, in Upstate New York. A man opens the door and calls out in a cheery voice:“Hello, my beauties, It's time for your morning feeding.”Methodically, the man, named Arthur Quagmire, dips his hands into an old, Tupperware bowl, which he had inherited, from his mother. He spreads diced, fish onto the soil, which shields the roots, of red roses, which he had, also, inherited from his mother. He uses his fingertips, to kneed the fish into the soft soil, all the while singing a little ditty that his mother used ...
Ghot Radio
There was a radio at the bottom of the shipping boxes. Mandy hadn’t known it was there. She certainly hadn’t ordered it. She’d ordered some pendants. They were supposed to help vampires go out during the day. There were vials in the center. When the vial ran out of liquid, it would no longer work. Mandy had opened the boxes, and regretted leaving open space for the pendants near the top of the wall. That was a few trips up and down a ladder. But she’d given herself no choice. The lower area was occupied with some magical smoke bombs, some imbued rocks, and even some spell books. Any idiot coul...