Peppermint Bark_When Reality Strikes_Unintended Consequences_The Bridge to Now
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Peppermint Bark
This was not the way that Michael’s day was supposed to be going.“Mr Douglas,” He muttered. “I mean no offence... but this is really stupid.”The wizard in question only shushed him. “No it’s not,” Séan corrected him. “This is brilliant, I told you I’d bring you with me if anything peculiar happened. This is your chance to potentially learn something in the field about my… community.” He supplied.“So we’re going to Mrs Cambell’s bakery.” Michael deadpanned.“We’re investigating her bakery.”The high schooler silently complained that something like that should be left to the authorities. “I doubt ...
When Reality Strikes
Author's note: Hey! I started off with the given prompt, but somehow the story ended up differently! Hope you like it, and please leave a feedback! Thanks :)"Gear up, Zen," Zylith growled. Her bushy hair, barely contained in a hair tie, ware escaping and making her clench her teeth with frustration. "What do you think I'm doing then, Lith? Dancing about?" Zen cracked. Zylith felt Zen's anger surface, so she tried to pacify. "Ok...ok...but please do it fast!" Zen smirked. "That's like a good gwww.onedoor.ccirl." "HEY! Don't call me that! We're not humans. We are 'Sloof' and better than these flesh-bags," Zy...
Unintended Consequences
“Justin, Matt would like to see you in his office.” Justin hit a few keys on his keypad, got up eagerly, straightened his tie and walked briskly out of the small office that three of them shared. “Ooh, Justin, Matt wants to see you in his office,” mimicked Richard Fuller once Justin was out of earshot. “I mean, if there’d been a mirror in here, he’d have checked his hair before he went out.” “What’s your problem with Justin?” “It’s just that he’s a twat. Always cosying up to the boss, trying to please, yes sir, no sir.” “He’s just a kid making an effort in his first job, that’s all.” “Making ...
The Bridge to Now
The sun announced its pending arrival early, with fanfare and pageantry. A symphony of clouds shone with growing intensity. The overture, a dusky red, shifted magically to fleecy white. Lit by the sky, the shimmering river found its way between dark, tree-lined shores.Grant and Jill watched it all. Their long night studying, debating and consuming gallons of coffee had run out of steam. Grant pulled her to her feet.“We’re fading. Get your coat. Come on.” Bundled against the cold, they walked to the bridge. Spanning the river, it offered the university easy access to downtown.She asked, “Where ...