The Addiction to Modern Vintage_Save The Holiday_A Ghost's Wardrobe_BEUTELRATTE
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The Addiction to Modern Vintage
I had come from the hoary mountains of an ancient land, carried on a bristling wind. The world had moved on, and with it, the very nature of society and its problematic humanity had changed to such a degree, that I too, needed to change.There was resistance amongst my order, to move with the times, for ours was a history of antique lore and simple unliving. I had a fond recall of those olden days when it was commonplace for one such as I, to abide in the secretive texture of gothic shadows. Yet, as previously stated, this world had changed and those mythical days had become a mere memoir, even...
Save The Holiday
Mom, there's a rabbit in our garden. Lucy's mom a teacher, came to the scene, equipped to catch the rabbit. She fell after the rabbit ran in a random manner. I guess the rabbit would by saying 'victory is mine' at that moment. Her daughter asked if she is okay. I'm fine dear as she barely stood up on her own. Her father Jimmy a business man, arrived at home seeing his darling in an strange state. He says I think the rabbit got her again. Lucy laughed.The next day, Lucy's high school teacher said a little history about the upcoming holiday. The class was in excitement as the teacher announced t...
A Ghost's Wardrobe
Meredith knew she was dead. It was obvious. The thumping headache she discovered as soon as she stood up in her designer pajamas, the enormous stain of blood she was now standing over, not to mention the ominous silhouette - her final resting place - clumsily outlined in cheap white cello-tape on her expensive hand-woven Moroccan rug. It was very clear that Meredith was one hundred percent dead. But, not so obvious to Meredith was who killed her. The expansive thirteenth-floor penthouse overlooks the downtown district of Dallas and glimmers in sunset hues. A few skyscrapers perch in the distan...
BEUTELRATTE
Chapter 1“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”“Defeat!” cried that grey-haired man. “Aahan, my boy, I plan to win by losing.” He smirked as though he was the smartest man on earth. Aahan knew he wasn’t.“Eureka!” exclaimed that gray-haired man. He was not gray-haired for age, although he was not so young either, he was gray-haired because he simply was. “What it is masterwww.onedoor.cc, do say!” inquired Aahan out of curiosity, stopping his mopping the office. “I’ve got it Aahan! I’ve got it!” the man was so happy that he grabbed Aahan and pounced around the room with him.“Master, your l...