The Vandals are Coming!_Querencia_The Queen's Gala_Covid 43
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The Vandals are Coming!
The Vandals are Coming! By JOY DEEP SAHAWhen Mr. Chan returned after a long weekend with Ms. Chan, he discovered that her garden had been damaged. The hooligans who had frequented the region at night had jumped over the gate and destroyed what had brought her in one night. His beautiful rose shrub was uprooted, Buddha's porcelain garden was damaged, pickets were smashed and goldfish in the pond were killed.So Mr. Chan had done what anybody faced by siege would do and constructed a wall.www.onedoor.cc He took a step back to study the new fence enclosing the tiny deck and what was remained of the grass. Sinc...
Querencia
Locks of raven hair whip with the wind as the girl’s thin frame cascades like the torrential rainstorm that currently embraces the small town, gravity weighing her down, delivering her closer, and closer, and closer to the concrete driveway below."We're leaving again tomorrow.""What? Already?""It's part of our job, Bridgette. You know that.""Y-yeah...I guess so. How long will you be gone this time?""I don't know. A few weeks, at most. Just try not to do anything stupid while we're not here.""Okay..."Thunder roars and rolls in the near distance; loud, powerful, commanded only by the streaks of ...
The Queen's Gala
I pulled the dress over my head and slid my arms through. It settled onto my shoulders comfortably and flowed outward. The gown was made of fine silk. The sleeves went just below my elbows. It was tight around my waist and then fell down to my feet. The dress was a deep shade of magenta that contrasted my blonde hair beautifully.My hair was done in beautiful curls. My bangs were pulled backwards by a majestic silver headband decorated with sparkling crystals. I slid my ring over my right third-finger. The band of silver reflected the light and the diamond in the center shimmered. When I looked...
Covid 43
Jim opened the door and saw it was a stranger, the third one this week. He stood aside for the man to walk through the door into his cottage.The visitor had a permanent expression of surprise on his face and a knife sticking out of his side. He walked into the small wooden room and took the stool across from the dining table. The table had a candle set in the middle atop a brass candlestick, the light flickering off the wooden surface and walls."I am the groundskeeper here", Jim said, "welcome to my cottage. Coffee?"The visitor nodded mutely, lost in though. He was tall and broad, giving the a...