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A Blessing of Sorts
It was a long line, with screaming babies and shuffling shoes and droning beeps. In front of Nhyira was a woman, with sandy, blond hair and blistering red arms. Behind her was a man with the neck of a giraffe creating a cloud of heat above her. Occasionally, he would rain down a waterfall of spit as he spoke to the poor woman who stood beside him with a rusty wedding band on her finger. She looked to her left, and then to her right but she was choked. She craned her neck out to watch those lucky enough to spend an extra 100 dollars on priority tickets, strolling past the queue.She closed her e...
Footprints in the Snow
“Ok, Bernard, are you good to go? Ready to rumble? Hot to trot?”“I… I… I think so.”“What do you mean, you think so?”Bernard shivered. Despite his layers – all eight of them – he could not shake out the chill that the evening had injected into his bones. His gloved hands gripped the sled beneath him. “Well, Nick, it’s just that I’ve not done this in a long time…”“And?”“… and I’m nowhere near as young as I once was…”“One of the general trends of ageing, that is.”“… and I suppose that I am a bit worried that I may be in a much-changed state, both physically and mentally, come the bottom of the h...
The boarding school of Henry
Henry Greene was a calm and serene teenager. It was his passion to stroll in the garden next to his house and sketch out the beautiful scenes of plants and animals interacting in nature while listening to Mozart. It would be perhaps wrong to conclude then that he was an introvert, as he enjoyed playing too with his friends in the evening. But he was different from others in that he was a kind of boy whose likes and dislikes were rarely influenced by friend-inflicted-prejudices, so he was able to enjoy many of the things which his friends and classmates knocked off.It was a Friday, as the famil...
Fraud "N Fiction
Fraud ‘N www.onedoor.ccFictionBy Heather Ann MartinezBusted.No way! Maybe I can talk my way out of this one? Officer. Officer, oh what is your name?I kept looking at the floor, then the ceiling, then back to the floor. I kept trying to roll the caramel from my fingers. I knew I had powdered sugar all over my bangs. I was in the middle of baking a new recipe at home when the bakery alarm went off. To my knowledge, nothing else was stolen. All of the cake ware was accounted for. Nothing else was touched except for the secret ingredient for my semi-famous Christmas pie cookies. The number one December seller f...