Dimly Lit Stars_Down to Ashes_Once Upon A Fish_Angel Muse
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Dimly Lit Stars
Hello there, my name is Sindy. Yes you there the reader of this epic tale, now I know what you may be asking "why am I reading this story" well if you have to ask that question now dear reader then you must not know what you’re in store for. Because this is the story about me and my great amazing fantastical friend named Rosey-Sam, we both live in this township called disconnected falls ironic right my Rosey-Sam thinks it’s a little to on the nose about things here but I think it’s quite charming we live in this town completely disconnected from the outside world no phones or computers or tv o...
Down to Ashes
When you are awake and asleep are two very similar things here, in the City of Vanta. You sleep and see darkness and when you wake you see the same things. However this bizarre concept is all too normal for me and everyone else. We wake up to the darkness, it has always been like this and it always will be.Six o’clock. Right on schedule. I get up from my stiff bed and quickly get a light meal for breakfast. Just some regular toast seems fine to me. It’s easy to make and I can just carry on with other things while it’s toasting. And so I just take a few slices and place it gently into the toas...
Once Upon A Fish
The lake was still in the late spring pre-dawn. I thought it was going to be far too hot as the morning wore on to catch anything, but Justin swore that the weather would be perfect. It certainly was pretty, what with the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon and turning the sky a thousand shades of gold, pink, peach and just a touch of elusive green, so subtle maybe one in a hundred people could actually see it. Being an artist, I just naturally had a gift for seeing the nuances and often incorporated them in my work.But right now, I was spending quality time with my oldest brother. We'...
Angel Muse
"Are you coming tonight?" Jasmine’s bright smile was the epitome of dental perfection. The innocent question flowing off her tongue was like a cold wind stimulating over-sensitive nerves. How could I say no to attending a book release party that she had arranged—for me? "Uh, yeah, of course." Her frown dripped sympathy the consistency of refrigerated honey. "Aren’t you excited?" Visiting a proctologist was more appealing, but I managed to force a smile and reply with well-faked enthusiasm. "Yes. Yes I am." She rolled her green eyes, the kind that mesmerized men and caused jealousy in women. We...