Prom Queens_What Lies inside?_Not All It Seems_Melquart
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Prom Queens
We aren’t making that much noise but Ms Pritchard is giving us the evil eye from across the room. “I think she’s going to come over here any minute,” says Janie. “If looks could kill.” But it is hard to contain our excitement. Dave asked Janie to prom and Steven invited me so we are discussing the details in hushed whispers but now and then a squeal erupts from Janie. After the last one, I was sure that Ms Pritchard would come storming over to our table and sure enough, she is over like a shot. “What on earth are you girls up to?” she demands. “You’re making so much noise that I can hear you f...
What Lies inside?
The car shuddered to a halt and Paul pulled up the handbrake before turning and tapping her, ‘Clara, we’ve broken down.’ he said.She shoved his hand away and shifted in the seat, needing to relieve the ache in her back.‘Clara...’ He switched on the interior light.‘What…’ Now, upright, she flung her arm across her eyes to block out the glow. ‘What the hell?’ she grumbled.‘We’ve broken down.’ he repeated.‘Where are we?’ she peered through the glass and greeted her reflection. ‘Shit! Tell me you didn’t?’‘I’m sorry, I did.’ he reached over, but she pushed him away. The idiot had ignored her advice...
Not All It Seems
It's a dark night in the middle of January. Chilly, with a slight breeze. The moon is dim, a waning crescent, and the stars are bright like fireflies on a summer night. My eyes follow my feet, left...right...left...right...left...right as I walk down the glowing cement pathway to my destination. Left...right...left...right...left...right...stop. My destination, an ordinary place, is a small urban town.We like to be blind to the world around us. I walk up the wooden steps and shake the snow off my leather boots. We'd like to think our world is perfect that we are the center of everything. My bl...
Melquart
I, Melquart, god of the unknown, welcome you into my story, my realm, my tangled web of fiction, my sea of interpretations and fantasies. Wwww.onedoor.ccelcome stranger, welcome friend, welcome victim, welcome misfit, welcome everyone. Before we begin, can I interest you with a glass of wine, straight from our generous vineyard, kissed by the sun, squeezed under the feet of our maidens, can I tempt you with festive alcoholic juices of nature? Drink now, drink till you’re full, till you can’t lift a finger, nor open your beautiful eyes, stories are best heard when asleep. I want to tell you my story, to rev...