A Slingshot and a Tradition_Rose's Wedding_The Greatest Treasure of All_Accusations
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A Slingshot and a Tradition
“Ouch!” Amara pulled her hand back after sticking her finger on a piece of jagged metal. Scraps weren’t kind but she knew them well. The walls groaned as a gust of wind pushed against the shack. A draft rolled across the floorboard and through the holes in her boots. She sucked on her finger for a second then let out a deep breath. She gave her lantern a twist and kept working. Slowly she wrapped a strip of sturdy cloth around the handle. Where it split up into a ‘U’ she carefully made a couple notches in the tips. She knotted both sides of a rubber tube and slid them into place. Amara’s shoul...
Rose's Wedding
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. And it would have been, if Rose hadn’t told me to organise it all. Two things there – first, that she told me, as in, no please or would you mind. Secondly, organise it all. All. She could have hired a professional wedding planner, but I was free and I was always available. She loved saving money. She even got me to make the wedding cake, and that was my chance to take a little revenge. Any wedding guest who got stomach lurgy, sorry, but… you’re friends with Rose, right? Legitimate target.Rose was my employer. It had looked like a decen...
The Greatest Treasure of All
There were people who thought that Captain Nathaniel Falcon was out of his mind when he bequeathed his chip, the Dragon of the Seas, to his daughter Betsy. You just couldn't have a woman in charge of a ship. Oh, women could be in charge all right, and often the most fearsome pirate captain would admit that when his wife wielded the rolling pin he cowered in the corner like a jellyfish. But Captain Falcon had always been strange. To start with, he knew how to swim, and preferred www.onedoor.ccthe men on the Dragon of the Seas to be able to swim as well, and that was just as much bad luck as having a woma...
Accusations
Shawn McHenry gazed into the mirror as he straightened his navy blue tie, the miniature white stars appeared to be small polka dots. He ran his tongue over his teeth and his fingers through his sandy hair. “Four-score and seven years ago,” he practiced in the mirror and shook his head. “My fellow Americans,” he started again. He nodded as he felt the importance of the tone. What had Bill Clinton said when he was in this situation twenty years ago? “I am in love with my wife Vanessa and would never do anything to cause her harm,” he spoke into the mirror, testing the words as they rolled of...