A Wizard is Never Late_Monologue from a Hero_Love Is All There Is-Tailor-Made_Blinded by The Light
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A Wizard is Never Late
A www.onedoor.ccwizard is never late, so you can see how this is a little embarrassing.I must look ridiculous in long black robes in this steamy weather next to the nonmagical people on the train. A few of them eye me with suspicion. Not only is my attire outlandish to these sorts of people, I’m sure my hastily washed, shaggy hair would have set off some alarm bells with the nonmagical community. I would have changed into more acceptable clothing, but there had been no time. I am extraordinarily late by wizard standards to my meeting with Ole Scar. He closes up his shop in thirty minutes. I keep rolling my...
Monologue from a Hero
There’s a small village in the mountains, tucked between towering peaks. Balanced on a cliff at the edge of the world, just on the line between falling and flying. They live in a world where stories happen, where gods come down from the sky and mingle and mate and sometimes demand that men march to war. Where monsters roar. Where heroes learn to swing swords. But in this village, the people herd goats up and down the crags. They grow olives and churn olive oil and pick figs, sell them to the merchants and their carts to carry to the bustling cities. The sun darkens their skin and the rocks to...
Love Is All There Is-Tailor-Made
“Do you have a book called ‘Love Is All There Is-Tailor Made’ by Sheila Davis?” A twenty-three-year-old Marsha Hunter anxiously asked the 41-year-old librarian, Julia Russell. Julia looked over her black-rim glasses and then froze for a minute as she sat behind her desk at The New York City Public Library. Something about the young mixed-raced-looking woman seemed so familiar to her. It wasn’t just her appearance but her mannerisms and the way she spoke. It was eerie. After a minute Julia shook off the feeling and proceeded to engage with the young woman. “Do you know you ...
Blinded by The Light
It was hot, so hot. The sun beams were needles piercing Katie’s red, irritated skin, and their brightness was blinding her even through her eyelids. She wished that she had a hat or some shades to keep the sun out of her eyes. That was the least that God could have done. Damn him!The ringing of a cathedral bell rang out across the meadows and a pine voice suddenly filled the entire world. “One additional bale of hay will be added to the penance, due to sacrilege.” Katie leapt up from the hayfield that she had been lying in. No way! This couldn’t be for real. She glared at the sky under a visor...