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When Dracula Moved Next Door To Mr. Rogers
Word Count: 2,452 WHEN DRACULA MOVED NEXT DOOR TO MR. ROGERS By Maureen Mancini Amaturo Mr. Rogers came out to say hello to Mr. McFeely, the mailman. They enjoyed their daily talk on the front lawn. Today, Mr. Rogers had some news to share. “I’m very happy that a new family will be moving in next door. It will be so nice to welcome new friends to the neighborhood. That house has been empty for a very long time.” While Mr. Rogers and Mr. McFeely were talking, the real estate age...
The Element
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were already on fire. Since the turn of the season they had been a vibrant display of reds and yellows, but as soon as the flame settled down upon them they erupted into a breathtaking picture of amber and gold. Breathtaking, not because of the beauty of the colours, nor because of the awesome speed at which the small flame spread. But breathtaking fear. It could have been me. It should have been me. If I’d been a good person, if I’d have told the truth, I’d have saved her. But I can’t be a good person, because it’s more important that I am a good witc...
The Comfort of the Coffee Shop
The Comfort Of The Coffee Shop“Oh come on Davey it’s a quick coffee. We need to sit down and discuss this party so we both feel OK.” Michael automatically pulled out a chair so Davey could sit down. Michael was more than aware of Davey’s ambivalent feelings about celebrations in general, but he really hadn’t anticipated his complete mediocre attitude towards their own 25th anniversary celebrations. “Why the hell are you pulling my chair out, do you think I’m some sort of old man or something?” Davey almost growled this sentence at Michael, while he manoeuvred himself into a chair next to th...
Black Roses
"Shut the curtains Herbert!" hissed Mother in a way that wawww.onedoor.ccs unbecoming of her. Herbert looked back, his face pained with the surprise. After years of hearing nothing but a whisper from his mother, the increase in octaves felt like an unpleasant gift. He scuttled away from the curtain in an instant, his back taut and his head bent to the angle his mother preferred. He peeped at her from the mirror in the back, gazing upon her beautiful face. She was known for her distinctive features and had often been described as jolie laide among the servants in whispers. Ugly but beautiful. Herbert despise...