New Year's Kiss_A Dragon's Sale_parable of the ghost_Partners Against Crime
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New Year's Kiss
New Year’s Eve. An event that comes every year. It seemed like everyone was having a party. I thought about not going to anyone’s party. But then my sister told me she needed me at her party."Why?" I asked."Because when the ball drops at midnight everyone kisses.""So why do you need me?""Because. We have 5 couples, and one single person.""So?""So, all the couples will kiss at midnight. Except the one person who will be alone.""Oh I get it. You want me to come just to kiss some stranger at midnight.""Exactly. Please." I figured she was going to twist my arm. So finally, I sighed. "Fine. I’ll be...
A Dragon's Sale
Nilar, like most other dragons, owned a proud hoard. Some of it, he had collected himself, but most, he had inherited.His grandfather, a proud Gothwing dragon, had collected a respectable amount in his lifetime. But it was Nilar’s father, yet another proud Gothwing dragon, who was the Great Collector of his family.Nilar’s father had been an ordinary thieving dragon for most of his youth. But when his wife, Nilar’s mother, flew away with a Snaketail dragon, Nilar’s father drowned himself in his work, having sworn to become the richest dragon the world had ever known. The problem was his persona...
parable of the ghost
There’s a line from a poem by felon-turned-poet Reginald Dwayne Betts I can never forget: Sometimes, there is nothing— just days and their ruthless abundance. I don’t remember anything else from the poem. In fact, I don’t even know the poem’s title. The only reason why I know the poet’s name is because we read his book in ninth grade English while learning citations, and since my teacher was a perpetually-bitter adult who enjoyed torturing fourteen-year-olds, we wrote them by hand.My point is, I don’t have any real connection with the poem. But that one sentence— days and their ruthless abunda...
Partners Against Crime
Kassian strolled through the elevator doors. “Nice digs,” he commented as Atlas switched on the lights. “Thanks.” Atlas gestured to the sitting area in the center of the room, and Kassian settled onto the couch. He pretended not to notice the famous superhero’s probing gaze; he knew he stood out. Thewww.onedoor.cc tattoos, spiked hair, scars… they served as permanent reminders of a life he wasn’t proud of. A beep resounded through the chamber, and a hologram popped out of the arm of Atlas’s chair. “Can I talk to you?” a female voice asked. The superhero nodded, and the image disappeared. “Excuse me,” Atlas...