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Unorthodox Practices
Unorthodox PracticesMt Pleasant's orthodox synagogue mentored the congregants in all things Jewish. A schmear of family tradition filled in the gaps. As a result, members of our flock had the religious know-how to conduct themselves at circumcisions, bar mitzvahs, weddings, and funerals. Despite this spiritual blanketing, a few of us fell through the cracks. That accounts for the unorthodox style of Judaism I practice today.I came from a household that upheld the values of the Jewish faith in measured doses. My mother adhered to Jewish dietary law for my father's benefit. She served kosher foo...
Astral Man of La Mancha
Nicole looked at me and asked, “Are you coming tonight?”I fidgeted about in the recliner that I had just sat down in, giving a blatant display of discomwww.onedoor.ccfort in the question, knowing that what I would say could cause a bit of resentment. I picked up the book lying on the nightstand next to the chair and held it up.“I just want to kick back and read, chill, clear my mind. Go ahead though, have a good time, and I will see you later.”“Really, Don Quixote? Didn’t you read that before?”“Yeah, but it’s been like 5 years ago, and I loved it. I mean this crazy old man running around the countryside thi...
I Should've Let My Werewolf Friend Party Alone
The last thing I wanted was for Jo to pull me out of my coffin first thing in the night and drag me into a sketchy ass bar. She had been begging to go out to this new place for weeks and for some reason she wanted me, the hermit vampire, to tag along instead of the other werewolf friends Jo has. When we arrive at the small building, the loud music bleeds through the brick walls. A group of people decked in all black except for their golden medallions stop their chatting to glare daggers at us. My nails dig into Jo’s arm. All she gives is a laugh. “It’ll be fun, Nat.” “But what if there are hun...
Dead Things
Dead ThingsBy Elizabeth LuceZelda was born with the glorious dream of creating a zoo filled with rare animals, and by age eight, was well on her way with three long-haired hamsters, a nest of baby mice, a chinchilla, a cat, two newts, two parakeets, an aquarium of fish, a bowl of turtles, an iguana, and a box of dirt containing pill bugs. It baffled her parents as to how this had happened. If asked in advance if they would have allowed it, the answer would have been an emphatic “no.” And yet there they were, their home the hub of the neighborhood petting zoo. Zelda was in a holding pattern unt...