Tomato, Basil, and What?_Graveyard Shift Therapy_Halloween_Going Solo
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Tomato, Basil, and What?
Hazelle was at the small town’s farmers market, picking the perfect produce for the beautiful tomato and basil soup she was preparing for supper the next night. She checked her basket, making sure she had everything that she would need. Basil, thyme, tomatoes, yellow onion-she had every ingredient that she would require to make her soup just right. Striding out of the square, she approached her favorite local coffee shop, The Brew. Several people were occupying the small tables, but fortunately there was no line at the counter. Hazelle stopped at the community bulletin board, skimming through...
Graveyard Shift Therapy
She sensed his decision to spend the night in the graveyard. It was a bad idea for her to join him there; so of course she left her room and headed straight to the graveyard. She would deal with the consequences later.“Are you ready?”She did a quick internal checklist. Heart rate: skyrocketing. Palms: sweaty. Vision: blurrier by the minute. Hands: shaking. All unnecessary, but it was hard to discard a lifetime’s worth of reactions. Muscle memory.She nodded. The world spun.“Are you sure?”She made a sound that she hoped communicated her willingness and commitment to be sure about it.“You look li...
Halloween
Halloween and the Coven was ready to conjure their dark arts. The thirteen had been texting back and forth all month long among themselves. All of them had reached the required age to perform thwww.onedoor.ccis event. Groups of three were assigned out of twelve, the high priestess was the coordinator to lead the final outcome. The gothic mansion was at the end of an baseline road. It had been built in the later 1500’s by a courtesan of the Spanish court, Oscuro Torre. The Torre’s maintained a stark presence in the house for all their years till the disappearance. They had maintained a ominous presence in...
Going Solo
The stadium had finally quieted down, the majority of the fans out in the parking lot, trying to navigate post concert gridlock. The smells of beer and pot from the crowd, though, lingered on. All the bright stage lights, essentially large, fancy looking heat lamps, had been darkened, making things a little more comfortable. Little known fact: There are practical reasons why rockers wear tank tops and bare their chests on stage. They're not just trying to be sexy, it's damn hot, and we work up a sweat.The big side monitors still cycled through psychedelic animations, but now the large Jumbotro...