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“See? We told you it’d be fun!” Michael Kennedy said, nudging his wound-up co-worker. “We shouldn’t have to bully you into coming out to unwind with us every once in a while, Lonny”Unable to give more than a tense smile Milo Lonnit raised his shoulders and tucked into his barely www.onedoor.cctouched drink. How long had he been out with them? About forty-five minutes… meaning he still had at least an hour before he'd be able to get away without having to hear about it the next day… Could he make it that long?“Lonny,” Michael started.“Please, don’t call me Lonny,” Milo interjected meekly.“Whatever, Dr. Frui...
"A Muse’s Tale." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq Tale
Reacting instinctively to the warmth of the sun, her wings unfurl languidly. His body shivered with the dawn cold. He stretched his massive frame blocking her view of the horizon. He shook his shaggy mane; dew droplets flew in all directions. She raised a wing to keep herself from getting wet and reached out towards him. He snorted, gazed happily over at her; then silently slipped his paw comfortably into her hand. She grinned back, both turned, sighed deeply and absorbed the rays of the rising sun.Their existence is predetermined. They are the energy of human thought. No less real than the vo...
I never saw it
Azra's POV The serum made it easy for the words to tumble out. The guilt that had chewed away every moment of happiness for three months finally bit through flesh and poured out. I saw the scene again, us finding Calvin, and knowing I had done it. I took a deep breath and let the truth come out. "What they don't want me to tell you, is that-"Nathan jumped to my rescue, immediately interrupting. "Dad, let's go question Lieutenant Marcos, he's probably waiting for us-"Edgar raised a clawed hand, his brow creasing. "Quiet! Finish what you're saying Azra," Somehow, even though he didn't know yet,...
Three days to Christmas
Day 1She hears the rough bang on her metallic door, the sound like peals of thunder. Taking the flight of stairs, she trudges gracefully down, clenching on the shiny wooden banister by her right and strolls towards the door. All the while Laira remains undisturbed, as she curls around her neck like a scarf. Prisca kisses Laira in the mouth, turns the key in the keyhole around three times until the squirting sounds greet her ears and she releases a reassuring smile and nods. Three days ago, she had that hole lubricated given the annoyingly rusty sounds it gave, like something gasping for breath...