The Cookie Exchange!_The Final Address_The Betrayal of Sage_A Winter Getaway
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The Cookie Exchange!
Friday, December 22, 7:30 pm At 222 Bell St. North London. You are invited to a cookie exchange. Please make and bring your best Christmas cookies. Don’t forget to RSVP by Friday, December 15、 Can't wait to see you there Page & Hannah. “Ok, so we send this to like 15 to 20 people,” Hannah said with worry in her voice. “That’s the plan and then on top of those 20 people we invite Jake?” Page questioned. "Yes, I'll invite Jake tomorrow at work, and you invite the rest. Ok? They have to be people that won't get suspicious if we aren't there the whole time.” Hannah sawww.onedoor.ccid sounding like she k...
The Final Address
The young prince, age nineteen, stands before the crowd as he awaits the gunshots. Breathing heavily, but slowly, he lands a pat to the chest to calm himself down. He then reaches inside the pocket of his military-like uniform, the navy blue jacket matching the golden decorations that flower it. He grazes the microphone with the tip his index finger, and the feedback sends the millions in attendance to break into irked reactions. As annoying as it might have been, it at the very least silenced the thousand different chatters that riddled Valentino Square. It silenced manly cries of “get on wit...
The Betrayal of Sage
For all of my careful planning, I had never expected this. Never expected the welling up of water in her eyes and the whispered apology as guardsmen poured into the courtyard, their swords all pointed at me, as if I was the greatest threat in the kingdom. They were wrong. It was the man- the so-called prince- they worked for who was the threat. And now the woman who stood across from me. My own daughter. My Sage. She stared at me. What was she thinking? Was she remembering sitting on my lap when she was a little thing, and listening to the stories her mother and I would tell her? Was she remem...
A Winter Getaway
The drive to the cabin was surprisingly smooth. Given the snow and ice on the road, I was expecting some trouble getting down here. I did experience some trouble, not with the roads, but with my wife. For Valentine’s Day, I planned a weekend getaway for the two of us. She was expecting a nice hotel with a spa and a hot tub, but when I told her I booked us a secluded cabin in the mountains, she was not happy. I assured her the trip would be great, and that it would be a chance for us truly get away from the world. Begrudgingly, she agreed and packed her bags. However, this didn’t stop her fro...