This Side of the Moon_Another Step_The Magic Set_The Mysterious Life of Aunt Cora
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This Side of the Moon
I hid. They found me. “Don’t forget your toothbrush!” the armed guards had joked, after they had escorted me to my apartment, so that I could pack my hand-luggage. I sighed. I’d yet to get used to how my newly-implanted haws functioned. It was a weird sensation, feeling them moving horizontally. I wanted to rub my eyes to get rid of what was not quite an itch… but I knew that my fingernails would probably burst my eyeballs, and where would I be, then? My employers told me thatwww.onedoor.cc the nictating membrane was just the thing to stop me getting infections in the Orchard. I had done my research, and I...
Another Step
He didn’t look back as he heard the steps approach. He closed his eyes and let the crisp morning breeze ruffle his hair. He needed to cut it soon; he had let it get far longer than was practical. His shoulders dropped as he felt someone take a seat beside him. Well, he had gotten a few hours to himself, he should be grateful. “Michael.”So, Raphael had been the one to come look for him. He leaned forward and opened his eyes. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”Raphael hummed, not even glancing at the sprawling sea in front of them. His brother didn’t marvel at the gentle waves lapping at the shore, no...
The Magic Set
Andreas needed to tidy his workroom. It was a small, wood-panelled room, just big enough for a desk, a chair, a set of shelves, two supply cupboards, and a small one-burner camp-stove. There was a large pot simmering on the camp-stove, and the desk, aside from being covered in a haphazard pile of papers, a tea-kettle, and three used tea mugs, was cluttered with all sorts of strange-looking vials filled with stranger-looking substances. About a good third of the vials were uncorked. Not one of them was labelled. Two lay empty on their sides, only a shiny green residue in one and a sticky blue r...
The Mysterious Life of Aunt Cora
We would face it together, another visit to Aunt Cora’s house. As teen girls, my sister, Trina, and I were in the habit of taking dramatic stances on anything we deemed uncool. Our world was small and judgmental, full of social rules for what our generation considered acceptable behavior, and the fact that our mother forced us to stop over at her sister’s house was exasperating. We viewed most adults as insufferable human beings, but Aunt Cora was the strangest person we had ever met, and quite frankly, we were appalled we were even related. We determined these imposed drop-ins were completel...