the wick maker_Make Your Escape (Before it's too late)_Topaz Sky_The Marriage of Her Dreams
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the wick maker
It had been a long day. The market had been out of the weaving string I used to make wicks. It was a strange hobby to enjoy so much, wick making. It was worth it though even if i did not enjoy it to see the kind young lady from town buy them up bundles at a time to make her candles. She was always such a sweet girl.She always insisted on paying me, but the handmade candle business is one that does not come with much of a profit. I accepted her payment as a loaf of fresh baked bread every week, she lives miles down the road but its always still warm when she gets it here. It was always quite a ...
Make Your Escape (Before it's too late)
>> Zeke, age of 9, and Johan, age of 39 <<"Are we not friends?" he asked his friend of 3 years, who looked like the embodiment of tragedy, but acted as a father to him. “Of course- and if you were to die I would never forgive myself.”The young boy laughed merrily up at the older man, “My death wouldn’t be your fault.”Tears brimmed in the older man’s eyes- aged by tragedy and hard decisions. A man of 42 thinking like a man of 80. Oh, how cruel the world is.“It’ll always be my fault.”…“Sir, should I go fetch the wood?”“No,www.onedoor.cc stay close. We should have enough wood to tide us over for the weekend.”R...
Topaz Sky
Soledad said it was safe and that we needed food. Commander Otero stepped forward with hesitation, remembering her ancient history: Horado thought entering the chasm was safe too, and look what that got her. “We’re almost there; I can smell it,” said Soledad with an exaggerated wrinkle of her stubby, slightly upturned nose. The astrobiologist looked eager, each step bouncing higher in the planet’s low gravity. Otero smiled as her young officer’s colorful alien garb flowed around her long strides like flower petals in a summer breeze, a vivid riot of blood and grass and sea...
The Marriage of Her Dreams
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, or so she thought. Today was the day! June 1st would become a new holiday for the Mr. and Mrs., and it would be one that Amelia would mark on the calendar just for Wesley because she would always remember the date. In terms of planning, Wesley was along for the ride, but he had faith in Amelia. All that mattered to him was the marriage; he would have been content with a courthouse wedding. He had no qualms giving Amelia the reins. If she sought his input he would oblige, but when she didn’t ask, he didn’t offer any advice. Every proverb...