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one bit trick, one part crime
April 5th, 2020Dear sweetest Diary,I write to you on this fine evening to let you know of my intent to win next year’s competition. Indeed, on April 1st, 2021, I will pull off the grandest trick of them all. The illustrious god of trickery, Dolos, will have no choice but to name me high king of tricks, and I shall accept this title with the greatest of honor. At last, all my dreams will come true. I will have this mortal world at the tippy top of my little fingertips. How wonderous it will feel, as the mortals and gods alike bow down to my deceit. Indubitably, Dolos himself will recognize my s...
Zanemvula
ZanemvulaSandraI had to look outside the plane with a silly smile on my face,I am sure anyone who saw the look on my face was certain that this was my face time on a plane but that was partly correct.The truth is that this is the first time I am allowed to travel using economy flight.This is also the first time I am travelling without Ms Schimst, Mrs Boyle ,Sister Robbins or Evangeline.This is the first time I am travelling to Africa, South Africa to be precise.This is my coming of age 30 days trip to a destination of my choice before I resume my duties as the head of Johnson Hampton's Winery....
At the Sycamore Tree
At the Sycamore Tree He was dead three months, but his presence had returned to the house. Edi woke in the mornings to find his cup on the counter by the sink and an ashtray on the coffee table. She was alarmed, one of two things were happening—she was leaving things out and could not remember—or he was haunting her. That latter was impossible. Edi woke early; the sunwww.onedoor.cc hidden behind a small ridge of hills. Only the orange glow of a streetlamp snuck between the curtains and fell on the floor. She pushed back the quilt and slipped her feet into velvet slippers. The floorboards groaned in rhythm ...
The Senator
On a dreary September evening, there is a lake by a forest, and on that lake sits a small cottage. In this cottage is an old woman, sitting in front of a fire. She is on the phone, listening intently to the other person. In her other hand is a steaming cup of tea. The TV is on, a local news station reporting that an environmental bill failed. In the kitchen is the old woman’s daughter, making some blueberry muffins. The old woman loved blueberry muffins, and the daughter was able to get fresh blueberries from the nearby forest. Suddenly the old woman screwed her face into a frown. She furrowed...