Knight of Another Realm_Nothing Up My Sleeve_A Father's Pet_A Grain of Salt
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Knight of Another Realm
Gwen wasn’t quite sure what happened. One minute she’d been home, helping the girls decorate the Birthday cake for Mark, the next, she was here. To make matters worse she had absolutely no idea where here was.She ran a hand through her short, blond hair— it was just starting to grow back evenly enough to style— and tried to think. Maybe she was just confused. She pushed a little too hard this week and she was tired, that’s all. She just forgot where they were.Making a Birthday cake for Mark must have been a dream. After all, Rachel had been talking about Mark’s Birthday nonstop. This was a bi...
Nothing Up My Sleeve
August 5th I peeked around the corner at the crowd that had gathered in the middle of Latimer Square. At the crowd’s center, slightly elevated above the rest, stood Cyrus Graves. As members of the retrieval team, Mayweather and I had been tasked with bringing Cyrus back home. Since he had ignored all of our attempts to make contact, we decided to go for a more direct approach. “Gather around,” Cyrus said with arms outstretched over the crowd. “Men and women. Children of all ages. As you can see there’s nothing up my sleeve.” He pulled open both sleeves of his sweatshirt to show that they were...
A Father's Pet
As the rain hammered down pounding on the cliff face, Preston continued walking along the cliff. He was always told not to go up that way by himself, however he liked the long silent journey back to have alone time. As he neared the top of the cliff he noticed each footstep was digging deeper and deeper in the mud. All while thinking of his dad and how he felt alone and responsible, then all of a sudden, he leapt backwards realizing he had ended up way too close. As he tried to recede he lost his footing and began a tumbling descent to what he thought was his end. He screamed as he fell throug...
A Grain of Salt
"Bring more logs! How many times I told you?", a sixty-something obese middle-aged woman shouts to a rugged forty- seven-year-old man. The guy who appears to be an artisan, Aiden, is the lady's only son she has given a birth to. The old lady can't stand the fact that his son fails to comply her terms. Well, the blocks of woods Aiden has collected are actually more than adequate to satisfy his big mama's feet. Every night is not a different scene. Warm flame is produced by folding those blocks which are put in the middle of a small cottage.Another annoying deed Aiden has to experience in his da...