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Grimm Conversations In a Wagon
“Listen, you amphibian bastard! You’ll tell the rubes what I tell you and make it convincing or there’ll be hell to pay” The Ineffable Cagliostro rapped his walkingstick on the floor of the wagon. “Do you think it’s easy talking all day when you’re a frog?” said Wilhelm the Prophetic Frog. “My tongue is backwards and I have no voice box.” “You have no trouble giving me backtalk.” “Backtalk! You know I am a king.” “You may have been a king but now you’re just a talking frog. As long as I have you trapped under that dome you’re my talking frog and will do as I please. You ...
Learning the hard way
“Show me again.”Jeb sighed and indulged his drinking partner for the evening once more. The man leant forwards, squinting studiously down his nose, his chin resting on steepled hands. The coin glittered in the lamplight as Jeb displayed it between finger and thumb. He reached his left hand around it, grasping at air as he dropped the coin into his right palm. The right hand fell away, the strange mans eyes following it all the time. Jeb offered him his left fist. Opened it. Empty.“Now show me that hand.”Rolling his eyes, Jeb quickly flicked the coin into a back palm and held up both hands.“Gon...
City of Souls
She walked www.onedoor.ccdown the street, unseen, untouched, unheard. But she saw everything, heard everything. And that was how it had been for as long as she remembered. It was a brilliant day outside, sunny, with little white wisps of clouds dotting the sky. She could see families heading down the street on the way to the nearby park. Sliding up behind a group of five, she watched the three kids run around their parents blowing bubbles with a smile on her face. She would follow their joy. After all, she was going to the park as well. As she stepped into the park behind the family, she became aware of eye...
On The Winds Of Words
Sometimes it's better to have been born and raised in a sleepy little nowhere, where everyone knew you and you knew everyone else.But whenever I fantasized about how nice it would’ve been to go waving a friendly hello to my equally friendly neighbors, reality always came and crashed those dreams. The gray and desolate surroundings of my youth never missed a chance to remind me that that wasn’t my life.We lived in a well populated area, but everyone was as poor as we were. No one wanted to bond over their lack of possessions. If people became suspiciously friendly, it was probably because they ...