Raptor_Mandala me this or Sketcher me that_Dual Proposal._The Man on the Porch
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Raptor
It was a cloudy night that night, the crickets were making sufficient white noise. Raptor swiftly ran up the wall of his targeted house, then slithered in through the open window. Moving lightly and softly, Raptor grabbed every item that looked valuable he could find, a vase, a brass oil lamp, and a pewter Candlestick, stuffed it in his satchel sack, and jumped out of the window, taking flight away.Raptor was an Avian, a race Bird-People living in the land of Eyria. Raptor was a skilled Thief in his city of Quill. He made his living to support himself, his wife, and his Chick by stealing, sell...
Mandala me this or Sketcher me that
Let me be perfectly honest. Prior to May 18, 2016 plus or minus billions of years into a future now that no longer exists according to closed time curved loop reality, many things did not exist. Meaning? Solomon’s statement that the past is better than the future is truth.You see, I am a Mandela effected person. Sure, my shrink tells me I am living a past life. And I agree with him. However, when I point out if I lived on Sagittarius not Orion for 45 years and some months that he logically being on a much younger planet than mine would be dead just laughwww.onedoor.ccs. And when I proved to him he is dead? ...
Dual Proposal.
Mylee clutched the orb close to her chest. It shed light in a five-foot radius around her. The shadows marched on the perimeter, apparently indifferent to their natural opposition. Her comfort zone slowly shrank. It wasn’t by much, and it promptly slowed to a standstill, but it still rattled her. Mylee confirmed her suspicions with little doubt. The darkness was alive. She pulled her legs close, dragging the chains along with them. She sat with her back to the sturdy wooden banister of the manor staircase. The shouts of her pursuers finally seemed to die down. It was foolish to think they migh...
The Man on the Porch
I didn't know much about the guy next door when I was growing up. I didn't know his name, how old he was, if he was retired, or if he even had a family. All I knew about him was that he loved to sit on his rocking chair, on his porch. He was always sitting on it, looking out onto the road. It was like he was watching the world pass by.There was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way he always sat on the porch, no matter what the weather was like. My brother and I use to always call him "The Thinker". Not because he leaned over in his chair with his elbow on ...