OPTIONS_The League of Twelve (a companion to A Different League)_Adziil Tse_Four Crayons
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The day I first saw the fox was the one after our arrival. His eyes caught my brain and the only thing I thought, from that moment on, was to get a common language so he could guide me through this new world I was choosing. It was a beautiful animal and seeing him made me think about Celtic stories of strategy, cleverness and wisdom. It was a sign.I’ve always hated summewww.onedoor.ccr. Warm days take my energy away, so now in my forties I decided it is time to move. It was December when we got to our new home with my husband Alan, my wife Claire (yes, both) and our kids. I immediately felt that these wood...
The League of Twelve (a companion to A Different League)
“I hope how thinks don’t to be out we start decent cookies today trust that three o’clock yes thanks.”“Okay, okay. Everyone quiet down. Can everyone stop talking and sit down please?”“Who wants coffee?”“Oh, please. Always need a coffee to start.”“Okay. Get your coffee or whatever and we’ll get started”“Cookie?”“Yes, please. It’s a while until the sandwiches and muffins”“Now. Let’s have another vote to see if we’re all of the same mind as yesterday’s finish”“I’ll do the whiteboard again”“Let’s start here”“Not guilty”“Not guilty”“Guilty”“Not guilty”“Guilty. Not guilty. No, not guilty. Oh, I don’...
Adziil Tse
“Stay away from her, kid. She’s bad news,” a man said. “How come?” a boy asked. “You’re new here. You ‘aven’t saw what happens to people when they get involved with her.” “Like what?” The first replied, “They go missing, and no one can find them for months, until they show up out of nowhere, ravin’ mad. Can’t e’er get ‘em back to normal, neither. Never works. No matter what we do, they’re completely crazy. No one can reason with ‘em. Talking about anvil tea, the lot of them, and no one knows what they’re sayin’.” “What does she do to them?” “No one knows. Some say she’s a witch. Just stay away...
Four Crayons
FIRETRUCK REDeverything entranced, everything helpless firetrucks; nothing could stop the red.painful. not because it is bright, because it is dim. my eyes, not pained. my soul, my being, instead. the sun. dying. waving farewell. a ghost; no, an almost-ghost.my fate, too. not yet, i thought. will be, though, too soon. the sun, on the edge of what i knew. maybe the edge of what i knew. my fate, the sun’s; not the same, i realized. sun comes back. always. i wouldn’t, couldn’t.with its last rays, lights a burning fire. in me. kindling i didn’t know about, ablaze. i was bonfire. a rage; verve, the...