The Willows Daughter_The Road To Hell_Route 5_Unseen Cuisine
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The Willows Daughter
Once Upon Time, In a forest of willows there was a young Forest faerie, last of her kin. Protected by the mother willow. The young faerie named Bláthnaid. She runs (and humming) with the www.onedoor.ccforest animals, animals you'll only find within this forest of willow. As she gets closer to the forest border she runs faster, but never leaves, she trips over a tree root and rips the skin on her knees and palms of her hands. Her eyes fill with tears as her animal friends run from her."(1)An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?" A boy asks Bláthnaid, blushing and kneeling next to her petite body, but she scoots away not...
The Road To Hell
I’m not a psycho. I fall in love too easily. Can’t help it. Pretty face, swishy hips and I’m lost. Before you know it, I’m in up to my eyeballs. Mum says they take advantage of me. Trick me. She says I’m a simple man and I’m led by my you know what. Mum always sorts it out for me. She says it’s not my fault. I’m too trusting. Gold diggers, she calls them. Says I should let her choose me a nice girl from a nice family. And I was going to. I really was. But then I saw her. My heart went boom boom boom. My stomach went flippity flippity flop. And my other bit, the bit I think with, st...
Route 5
A deserted highway. A young girl, no older than seven. The girl is pale, too pale. So pale that she stands out against the surrounding shadows. Not glowing exactly, but sharply contrasted against the blackness and mixed green foliage behind where she kneels in the dirt. The girl begins to weep. The tears run down her face, but never reach the ground. They drop from her chin and disappear. Her sorrow and despair permeate the night air, bouncing off the tree trunks and faceless blacktop. The starless sky above the only audience to her sobs. ###Route 5、 A ten mile stretch of road running between ...
Unseen Cuisine
Moira was not having a good day. The catering company was not doing well, she thought as she sat at her desk going through figures. She rifled through pages, organizing, and reorganizing but the numbers did not lie. If something did not turn around soon, she knew, it would be back to job hunting and selling her soul. She checked her website, no new orders. Not even any inquiries. What was she doing wrong? She wondered and reached for her coffee cup. The liquid was cold and faintly lumpy, and she nearly spit it out. Great, she thought, and tossed the paper cup in the bin.The phone rang and...