My Little Christmas Angel_Battle of the Cookies_Hey Dad_Figures on White Walls
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My Little Christmas Angel
Night falls over the mysterious forest of silver moon. Inside the forest, there is a peaceful town called Lunaria. Houses are built with woods, filled with unknown flowers, and the people are turning in for the night.The town is protected by a deep powerful elvish spell to avoid being seen by outsiders who will threaten this land. But today, the worry about intruders invading is under the sod… for now.“…*sigh! * …Luthiel, how many times do I have to tell you don’t stay up so late?”Luthiel’s mother name is Rina, she’s a beautiful elven woman that was born in a rich family from the neighboring t...
Battle of the Cookies
"I am proud to announce we are going to have a cookie competition for the holidays. The best cookies will win the competition and the grand prize of $200!" the mayor, Katie Westerbern says to the town. My best friend Harper elbows me. "We could enter!" she whispers excitedly. "We could, except for the fact that the only thing I can make is peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches," I reply. Harper laughs, and people around us shush her. On the first Saturday and the last Saturday of each month, Mayor Westerbern gathers the entire town and announces stuff, like this competition. Most people think ...
Hey Dad
Third door on the right, Every single time, A smile breaks across my face and I can see Sully's shadow sniffing at the bottom of the door, knowing I'm almost home. Checking my phone as I grab my keys from my purse, it’s exactly 7:30, I’m early. As I opened the door Sully pushed it closed. Rolling my eyes, “Sully...let me in.” He always does this.He groans. “I told you, I bought you actual food this time.” He barks. “How many”? I asked rhetorically. Another bark. Resting my head on the door, “I got you 4、” He lifts his weight off the door. Finally, sighing in relief, back to my safe place this...
Figures on White Walls
Leo was rifling through a small collection of torn, yellowed newspapers when the sleek limousine pulled into the gum-spotted asphalt gas station. He folded the pages, tucked them into his oversized coat. Briefly examining his reflection in the tinted window, he scratched at the smudge of dirt on his nose before opening the door and climbing inside. The chauffeur gracelessly hit the gas before Leo could situate himself.A man in a www.onedoor.ccpristine suit sat upright across from him. He held a magazine close to his face like a paper fan but didn’t read it. There were no accessories or commodities to accom...