Lily's Place_Marie Antoinette_A Child Star is Born_Pianos, Wenches, and Anvils
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Lily's Place
The Resala House is a brutal family of huntsmen; soldiers trained to kill the unholy magic users that curse the land. Two years ago, Oliver Resala killed one of these curses, and Piper was caught in the middle of it. She was a barkeep who witnessed the huntsman kill a boy who had been living with her as he struggled to get on his feet. She would’ve been killed alongside him for housing such magic if it hadn’t been for the letters they exchanged stating he wasn’t one of the cursed.Two years and Oliver never went back to the tavern Piper worked at. Two years and all he felt was guilt. He tried ...
Marie Antoinette
Squat, beige and Soviet, the Marie Antoinette Apartments stood against the stale gray Minneapolis sky. Irony of the worst kind, he thought, blandly ugly and unconscious. He would take exquisitely self-aware irony any day over this three-story architectural monstrosity, “classed up” with tacked on ionic Greek columns, harsh blue LED Christmas lights wrapped inexpertly around them, canned Christmas classics pumping through the air.God, this place was only better than minimum security prison by a hair. But it was all he could afford now, so he’d just have to lower his eyes—and his standards—every...
A Child Star is Born
The TV screen blared in front of a single armchair, as it often did—casting light and shadow upon her unsmiling face. There, shewww.onedoor.cc watched her younger self skip and prance.“Come on boy and girls!” the purple dinosaur cheered, “Let’s all sing the sharing song!” She jumped up and joined hands with the other children. Her cheeks were pink and upturned. Her sandy blonde hair bounced underneath an oversized baseball cap—a stark contrast to the woman huddled in the chair clutching a blanket around her shoulders. “1,2,3 OH it’s great to share! Show that you care and just share!” Her little self follow...
Pianos, Wenches, and Anvils
The saloon was crowded that summer night. Hot too. I sweat all over the keys of that beat up piano while my fingers raced side to side, playing the jiggyest of jigs the town of Old Water had ever heard. Perhaps even the best the world had heard, if they listened to it. Men and women danced till their heart's gave out, literally. Some folks died right there on the saloon floor. It was how God wanted them to go I would like to think. Once I finished, and received my endless applause, I took my last swig of whiskey and began to leave, hearing the chanting of my name behind me. “Rocky Top Mathers!...