Fractions_Kara and Puss_The Last Pearl_Raising a Dead Horse
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Fractions
“I don’t know, everything just seems so perfect.” Glenn says, laying down on his back. His hands cupped under his head as he looks at the sky. Not that there’s anything special about the sky today, just plain gray. It couldn’t even bother to be blue, just dreary and cloudy. “Really?” I ask, not sure where this new philosophy came from.“I just feel,” He pauses, “Happy, for once, Lyra.”“I mean everythings just going well for me at the moment,” Glenn continues as he sits up, his once white shirt now stained with green patches.“Glenn, your shirt,” I try to say with a laugh. His dark skin shows no...
Kara and Puss
Kara and Puss is an Australian story about a feral cat. There is mention of feral cat eradication programmes and a trap.Kara and PussThere was one act of dreadful consequence that Kara Fuji was unable to forgive herself for. Her baby boy was about eight months old. They were living out the back of Laverton in the hot, baked red, willy-willy country of Western Australia. Her man was a core sampler at a nearby nickel mine. They followed the work until her man was bored or fell out with the boss. Then they moved on. Kara Fuji had allowed a young feral cat into their lives. It had taken weeks of t...
The Last Pearl
Martain shifted, crouched on a narrow rafter overlooking a small, well-adorned office and dabbed away the sweat from his brow with the cloth-wrap on his left wrist. Luck had gotten him this far - and it would hopefully see him through to the end. But this wasn't the kind of everwww.onedoor.ccy-day luck that someone experiences when a good trade comes their way or they find one of the Emperor's gold coins stepped into the muck. No, no, this was Luck with a capital 'L.' This was magic. And he only had one pearl of Luck left. Worming his fingers down into the wide leather belt encircling his waist, he pulled ...
Raising a Dead Horse
Lupita Smith held the skull of the horse in her hands. “I can feel the magic in it. It’s not completely dead.”“Maybe I should smash it with a hammer then,” said Sir Danielle Longbow coldly. “Those flaming horses helped slaughter my knights.”“They’re steeds, just as a living horse is not to blame for the actions of the rider, you can hardly hold this one responsible. I can feel the remains of its soul clinging to this skull. Bound to the bone. It’s waiting.”“Why make it wait, I’ll get the hammer.”“No.” Lupita put a warm brown hand on the pale scars of Danielle’s. “I can make something of this. ...