The Dare_The Stranger in the Library_Cuppa Joe_Leap of Faith
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The Dare
Now that they were inside the shop, there was no turning back. The bookseller pulled down his reading glasses to the bridge of his nose and looked at them curiously. It had been earlier in the day that the Bookseller’s Association had sent out a notice stating that bookstores around town were noticing a spate of shoplifting. The shopkeeper shook his head in despair, honestly summer break spelt nothing but trouble, with school kids having nothing to do but indulge in mischief. After all an idle mind was a devil’s workshop.Jim and Sean had been dared to shoplift as many books of the adventure se...
The Stranger in the Library
Miss Brown stared at the computer, her mind far away, dreaming of the blue ocean, relaxing and sipping margaritas on the sunny beaches of the Mexican Gulf. The cursor on the old Mac blinked impatiently, emitting short beeps, hungry for the next word. She sighed deeply, her heart heavy with grief and disillusion. Her date last night was a huge disappointment. She could not envision a happy, married life with the timid, young man sitting opposite her. She sighed again and returned to the boring job of entering data into the computer. Stacks of old, musty books were piled up in front of her, like...
Cuppa Joe
Darkness broke as soft morning light filtered through the cafe windows. Alicia hummed softly to herself as she began opening up the aptly named "Cuppa Joe" cafe. She prepped the oven, brewed coffee, and set up the snacks in their case. She grabbed a stool from the back and wrote the menu out on the chalkboard, adding her favorites as the daily specials. She glanced at the clock that sat above the front door. Eight minutes until the shop officially opened. She wiped the counters down and moved to wipe down the different tables. There were only three tables in the shop and a few chairs near t...
Leap of Faith
Unlike my sister, Stella, my magic didn’t show itself until I was almost a teenager. From the time that she was three and I was five, until Halloween of my twelfth year, I’d assumed I was like my older brother, my twenty-two older cousins, and my mother and her seven siblings: ordinary. Whatever magical DNA had made my ancestors witches and mages and healers had dwindled over the centuries until it was my great-great grandmother, Dorothea, her youngest granddaughter (my grandma), Lila, and her youngest granddaughter, Stella. We were still raised with some of the old ways, given our sewww.onedoor.cccret name...