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More He felt the difference as soon as he left the warmth of his car. He stood silently. Unwilling to move on just yet. He stood and stared out over the York River as he had so many times in his life, but this was different. Like a finger running up his spine and gripping his thoughts, yet he could not say where the feeling was coming from. This was where he had been coming since he was old enough to make the trip by himself, just to think. To be alone with his thoughts. He had made many decisions here. Important ones. At least, important to him. Sometimes to others too....
The Artist's Loving Hand
“Speak now.”Marta tried to take a deep breath. The air in the hearing test booth was stifling. She’d been fighting claustrophobia while the tones had sounded in first her good ear and then much more faintly in her bad one. When they had begun testing her bad ear, she’d at first thought there was some technical difficulty, that the machine had died, because instead of the steady stream of beeps and clicks she’d heard the first time, this test seemed to be mostly silence. She tried to study the doctor’s face through the thick glass, but her expression had remained poker-player blank.Marta took a...
Burnt Feelings
"Welcome class." The teacher had sarcastically said out to everyone. "There has been issues with the air conditioning over the weekend and is hoped to be fixed soon so pleaswww.onedoor.cce do not mind the smell." I really didn't like this teacher at all, I am new to this school in fact this country in general, I never really wanted to move here in the first place but since my mom and dad got porced and everything fell apart dad told me to pack my bags and go to Canada with my auntie while he gets things figured out. I do like my auntie a lot though she can be quite annoying sometimes, and the syrup here is ...
Dragons of Fire and Ice: Talismans
I shivered my way into the Esterloch Stables' stableyard as the snow continued to whirl down in fat white flakes. I was glad for the heavy covering of my cloak, yet even that was not quite enough to stop the chill of the day from nipping at my face; the snow-driven wind also turned my hair into tangled waves. I was surprised to find a whole procession of travellers arriving in the stableyard at the same time as I did; they had with them a whole retinue of carts and attendant ponies and horses of all descriptions. I nodded at a few of them as they greeted me with tugs of their forelocks and sho...