The Green Leaf Experience_Celestia_The House of the Stranger_The Crush Who Lost Her Memory
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The Green Leaf Experience
My shift had only two hours left, the final stretch. I go through a mental check of my duties. Restock and rotate the goods; check. Put the rubbish at the back of the warehouse; check. Floors clean; check. Fire exit clear; check. Double-check the doors are locked; done. The only thing left is to cash up at the end of the shift. Now I have time to watch a couple of Breaking Bad episodes on my tablet until then. A car pulls into the station; two people are inside. A man gets out to refuel. It's always a little unnerving whenever someone comes to the store, but nothing has ever happened. The wors...
Celestia
The little moura popped her small head out of the water and shook the drops off the top of it with an energetic toss of her hair, or fur, or scales. (Mouras aren’t easy to describe.) It was slightly chilly because, after all, it was late November. Good thing it wasn't frigid, although, if truth be told, she didn't mind the cool flow of the underground streams to the places where they emerged. Those waters were her home, and every gurgle, every ripple, was hers twww.onedoor.cco play with. She was happy. The waters were where she felt the happiest.This little being, whom we just have to name so we'll call her...
The House of the Stranger
Are you available tonight? Tim typed the message and tipped send. Yes bby x came the reply. How much?£120 for the hour. Address? replied Tim.W12、I'll be there in 20 minutes. OK xTim watched his girlfriend sleep beside him. She was slim and delicate as a rare flower. Her different colour eyes were proof to him that she had the ineffable within her. The flawed and unique perfection you can see in people you love. In the taxi to the house of the stranger, he sat silently in the back and pushed his conscience into the boot. When the blanket of darkness covered London, it became more alive, akin to...
The Crush Who Lost Her Memory
My cell-phone tweets as I am lying on the couch, half dozing and other half watching a tennis match on the TV. A message! “Don’t forget the family get-together on Zoom at 8pm this evening. See you there! Love - your cousin, Jill.”I had planned to forget. I hate these Zoom affairs. It means you have to get dressed. You can’t appear in the picture dressed in a pair of socks. You have to smile at long-lost cousins whose names you can’t remember. You have to say nice things about everyone. And you can’t hide from the probing camera that focuses everywhere. So a few minutes before 8 I put on jeans ...