Diary of a Busy Julia_A Witness with One Red Shoe_Was it All a Dream?_The Dressmaker’s Curse
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Diary of a Busy Julia
Dear Diary,Date: 01、01、2021 Entry: #1 Day: Friday Time: 5:43 pmHi! My name is Julia Hope. I am a normal sixteen-year-old girl, who loves to play the guitar. It's my passion, but that's just one of my many passions. For example, last year I tried ballerina class, but then I hated it because I kept stepping on my toe and it bruised a lot of times, which I hated. Also, the shoes really hurt my feet and compress my pinky toe, so how could twirl around when my feet are hurt? Plus, let's not even get into their frilly dresses. The fabric which these tutus are made from is super itchy, scratchy, and...
A Witness with One Red Shoe
Carol Lyndon found the man who called himself Miles to be a charming gentleman. She’d enjoyed a dark stroll at Waterfront Park after a negroni and a plural of pink ladies before she realized his marital status. She hadn’t asked outright, and he hadn’t admitted anything, per se. This was Charleston after all, modern or not, and she wouldn’t be any man’s low-hanging fruit. Besides, it had started to rain.“I thought we were having a nice time,” he said.Carol let another kiss sink into her neck, but her eyes slowly rolled back into place and her lungs refilled with chilly, salty night air.“Come on...
Was it All a Dream?
The vibrant, bustling colors assaulted my eyes as I took a hesitant step out of the gloomy alleyway. The plethora of sights to take in overwhelmed me, and a dizzy wave of fear washed over me. However, just as I was about to step back, I felt my feet move of their own accord, dancing me into the light.Bright, beautiful bulbs hung from strands attached to poles on either side of the street. They burned a deep red, unlike anything I had ever seen. Stalls and carts littered either side of the crowded path, where creatures of all shapes and sizes walked purposefully, bags and backpacks filled to th...
The Dressmaker’s Curse
“You know they have machines for that, Irene,” she mimicked in a high pitchwww.onedoor.cc voice after checking Laura was out of ear shot. “Oh help me Irene! Help me!” “You know complaining behind her back won’t change anything.” her daughter sighed, sipping at her tea, eyes never straying from the papers she was marking. “Yes but it makes me feel better. Katherine, honey you have to stop putting sugar in your tea, it’s making your face break out again.” Katherine nodded like she agreed but Irene knew she had stopped listening, giving her permission to complain more. “Honestly, if she had come to me when I ...