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Gaspard's Revenge
This story is my version of the murder of the Marquis, from the novel, A Tale of Two Cities.The rattle of the carriage in deafening. My arms burn, but the pain is the farthest thing from my mind. Well, my pain is the farthest from my mind. My hands are slick from oil that drips off the axels in rhythmic plip plip plips, and a bump is starting to form on the back of my head from the countless times it’s connected with the underside of the carriage I’m clinging to. The Marquis, that demon, he will meet his fate tonight. He’ll beg to return to the hellhole he spawned from when I’m done with him. ...
Into the Bush
Wyatt had been in the bush that surrounded the town many times. All the kids played in there, less so as they grew older. Now he mainly went to gather the ingredients his master needed. Today though it was different. He didn’t just need ingredients he needed goldwood that in itself wasn’t unusual as he had gotten goldwood plenty of times, it burned longer and hotter than normal wood and grew quickly so it was quite practical, the difference was that this time all the other stores had sent apprentices to fetch it as well. Not to mention the various inns trying to keep the visitors warm during t...
Secrets? Sure I know secrets. I read a book on them once upon a time.
People don’t read like they used to. That is for sure. When I was lost one year. I think it was 1984 here which means 1976 to me there I was in Disneyland. First and only time I was there. I was like eight or nine, maybe.I had gotten lost in the Halls of President’s. Now in Disneyland there is a secret passages everywhere. And? Well, I saw a Disney character go into one of the passageways. My parentwww.onedoor.cc was elsewhere and? Well, I like exploring it is probably why I am lost most of my life.Anyway, I go into this hallway. Cement floors and a corridor going down into an underground passage ways. Like...
The Legend of Ellemeno Beach
Ellemeno Beach isn’t the most picturesque of beaches. It’s rocky and covered in crushed seashells from years of waves crashing onto the shoreline, carrying with them centuries worth of shells and seaweed. Years of tramping feet ground those into smaller and smaller pieces, which made walking barefoot a rather uncomfortable experience. Not to mention, the roaring of cars as they pass the causeway often rattles your eardrums. So why on earth do we faithfully pack hamburgers to drive out and grill dinner there each week? It’s a family tradition, I suppose. But I’ve always wondered… why?Once, I ma...