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Rose of Viterbo
Rose of Viterbo By Dewain WilliamsRose was only eight years old when she had the vision. Born and raised in Viterbo. The city she adorned. It was close to midnight when the vision came. Rose was dosing off while sitting on the couch looking at the pinch black sky. A beautiful woman appeared in all white and spoke. "Rose, speak justice to all despite their power, despite the strength and might they may have. Never give up and never quit. Let not your young age discourage you in your efforts. Be strong and smart and wise. Fear not any consequences." Rose listened attentively while the beautiful ...
Inside
I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the kid. “That thing’s gonna be totalled,” I said to Sharona. “Water’s already almost up past the tires.” “Why don’t you invite them in, then?” she said, not looking up from her cookbook. Whatever she was making, it smelled bad. I laughed. Wrong move. She wasn’t joking.“Invite them in our house?”“Our driveway must be higher ground than the street. They could wait out the storm in here with us.”“I am not inviting some randoms into my house,” I said, but I was already putting on my boots and walking to the door. It was point...
The Fair Of Fear
The Faiwww.onedoor.ccr Of Fear—George DavisI fell asleep in my dark-brown recliner. I guess I was tired, though I do not know from what. It was Saturday, and since I didn’t have to go to work. I watched TV most of the day. Something that is not conducive to good physical health. I did mow the lawn before I settled down with the television programs. It was late afternoon; the sun was still moving across the azure blue sky overshadowed by a few white, misty clouds floating lazily in the atmosphere. I hadn’t been sleeping long when I was disturbed by thoughts. I wasn’t asleep. I was stirring. A strange feeling...
Box of Treasures
October 4, 2019 Daniel Alderman walked into his bedroom after a short walk from school on a cool Friday afternoon. The leaves- changing color from deep green to a soft orange- scratched against the window softly in the breeze under a grey sky. The floorboard in the exact middle of the room creaks as he steps on it, he usually avoids that floorboard because of the horrible noise that gives him goosebumps, but he had been too lost in thought to remember it. “Uck,” he groans and rubs his arms until the tiny bumps subside, “I hate this house.” Daniel didn’t actually hate the hous...