The Secret Garden_Wizard of the Lost_The Neighborly Coven_If only the walls had eyes: Confessions of
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The Secret Garden
As the autumn leaves began to fall and cover the ground, Claire knew it was time for her annual ritual: raking the leaves in her neighborhood. She loved the crisp, cool air and the satisfying crunch of the leaves beneath her feet as she worked. It was a peaceful and meditative task, and it allowed her to clear her mind and focus on the present moment.Claire had lived in her neighborhood for almost twenty years, and she knew every nook and cranny of the small community. She knew which houses had the friendliest dogs, which ones had the best Halloween decorations, and which ones had the most tre...
Wizard of the Lost
The moment Jake stepped off the trail and onto the narrow path, he felt a sense of foreboding. His brother, Simon, close behind, laid his hands on Jake’s backpack. Drawing short, quick breaths, his dark brown eyes like saucers as he glanced about with uncertainty. The thunderhead in the distance was reshaping in slow motion. The encroaching storm ate up the color of the horizon, more ominous with every passing second. The full moon cast long shadows across the way ahead. Overhead, a malignant sky becoming darker by the minute. Fractures of lightning like tines of a pitchfork scurried inside th...
The Neighborly Coven
The moon rises at approximately 6:44 p.m. in Murrells Inlet. It is All Hallows Eve, a day renowned for its invitation to tread the steps towards the otherworld. It's a cool, windy and damp evening; Contessa wraps her emerald green cloak tighter around her thin, shivering torso. She hurries along past an especially ominous looking Eastern hemlock, and past the American Holly and the Cabbage Palmetto casting eerie shadows at her feet. On her way through the woods, she passes Longleaf pines, hickory and sweet gum trees, Bottlebrush buckeye and rustling Red maples. Sweet pepper bush skirts the pat...
If only the walls had eyes: Confessions of a Trophy Wife
It was on glum and gloomy, thunderous nights like this thawww.onedoor.cct I sat by the grand marble fireplace and reflected on my life to the rhythm of the rain. The chandeliers, the glare of the grand piano and ivory centrepieces of the penthouse dimly glistened in the room as I had requested, being the first lady of the Sapphire Hotel sure had its perks. I lit a few more chandeliers so I could look at the people on the sidewalk of the busy yet opulent left wing of the city. Some were businessmen, stockbrokers and private bankers in suits; others were valets tending to their rich (or posing) masters. Despi...