FLIGHT OF FANCY_Smell of Summer_Mirror World - Temple of the Sun_A Bucket to Catch the Rain
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FLIGHT OF FANCY
(This story is set in earth’s twinwww.onedoor.cc planet GAIA2 which is 800 years younger and is evolving.)The Ruby Isle was a prosperous place and Moz was a leading merchant with much wealth. He had an only son Beq who was a handsome young man. The parents were on the lookout for a woman to be his wife. His wife’s choice was one Mumu but before deciding on the future they chose to consult Wizma who was wizard and witch besides being an expert in palm reading. Wizma came and Beq and his mother joined Moz. They were all dressed in traditional pareyous which covered both men and women from waist down. Wizma go...
Smell of Summer
The slow burn of the sun was densely pressuring the skin of Hayamo Chinami. The breeze from the ocean was making her able to stay on the roof of the world-famous Umibe no Soyokaze restaurant for now, but she knew it was time to go. Still an hour before opening she was already at the location ready for a busy day. As she looked at some of the early bird tourists and regular joggers, whom she made a few connections with over the years, she prepared herself mentally for the day ahead. Although the few familiar faces that were present got obscured by the sun. There is nothing like the sunrise at S...
Mirror World - Temple of the Sun
Moonlight illuminated the pale face of the young girl as she flitted like a ghost between the columns of the temple. She was barefoot, but the paving stones still held the remaining warmth of the day. The night was still, the quiet only broken by the song of a lone cicada somewhere in the distance. She looked around her to make sure she was unobserved, then darted across the open courtyard to a column on the opposite side. She stood now with the back against the stonework, the solid gravity of the structure in stark contrast to her slim waif-like form. Assured now that no-one had seen her, she...
A Bucket to Catch the Rain
A Bucket to Catch the RainThe dried leaves would blow through the back door in the fall, people would go out and smoke and on a decent day they would just leave it open. It was an odd feeling kicking her way through a pile of desiccated plant matter on the way to the ladies’ room. Any other season in here and you could see the dark red patterned carpet. On this trip through the bar, she nodded at people she knew but with her bladder about to burst she didn’t spare the time for conversation. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t spoken to both the guys and women that she was friendly with the first time ...