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The Human
Gork and Slarb were not the ones who usually received these types of missions, but the council decided that they had no choice this time. At the general meeting of the Gitfangula council, the war was the only issue that they wanted to discuss in their psychic talk; too many on the council knew that their jobs were in jeopardy and could not hid their fear; too many on the council knew that they had to do something very quickly. After a quick discussion on food yields and birth readings, they brought out both Gork and Slarb forward and gestured to the crowds on the multilevel projector. And as o...
letting the truths go
"Hey, Crystal. Do you like the cake that I gave you?" my sweet best friend asked. I smiled and I was about to answer when my mouth automatically says.."Actually, it's not even delicious. Baking is simple but you're really bad at it, Lina." I bit my lower lip, I was about to say that it's 'not that great but I really appreciate it'Lina smiled but I can still see the disappointment in her eyes because of my remarks.Lina is a sweet type of girl and also vulnerable so as much as I want to filter my word, I really can't. "Crystal! What do you think about my boyfriend? He's handsome, right?" one of ...
Mince Pies by Firelight
I could tell mum was trying not to cry again, even with the mask over her mouth and nose. Her eyes were wet, and she was blinking hard. She did that a lot this Christmas. For a second she stared at the oversized fake pine tree in the shopping centre, surrounded by equally fake presents, watching the man dressed as Santa listen to children shout from 6 feet away. Santa was wearing a mask too. I knew what mum was thinking about. She was thinking about how grandma always loved taking me to see Santa, even though he wasnwww.onedoor.cc’t real either.Mum worked at the hospital as a nurse, and the last couple of m...
One bowl of love,please.
"Bowl?"Michael's lips stretched to a thin line as he waited for the lawyer to change his words."Antique bowl," the lawyer corrected."It says it right here, Mr. Lawson. It's a requirement."Michael's hands balled into fists and the veins on his neck surfaced."What does-" he lowered his voice." What does a bowl have to do with my inheritance?""If you'd like, you could always ask your father."Michael shut his eyes. His father was six feet under and so was his patience.Flipping the table on the smart-mouth lawyer seemed befitting, but even he knew blowing up here could spread as far as Mrs Hemming'...