A Royal Dilemma_CONSCIENCE_Haunting Memories_Our Hopes and Dreams
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A Royal Dilemma
Isabelle wiped her hands on her gray riding pants, smearing mud on them from her time out in the rain. She coaxed her horse, Black Knight, into his stable for the evening.“Good boy,” she whispered, gently petting his nose. “And Merry Christmas, my knight.”She reached into a bucket of apples, a special treat for the horses on Christmas Eve, and fed it to Black Knight. He heartily accepted it. Sighing, she leaned against the wooden wall and shook the dirt loose from her riding boots. She’d rather spend the evening with her horse in muddy clothes than dress up in a gown for an evening at the cast...
CONSCIENCE
Brandon quickly glances around the restaurant to see if anybody is watching him.The restaurant is mostly empty with few people scattered here and there.A group of friends burst out into laughter followed by giggles at the last table of the passage.He goes through twww.onedoor.cche menu and decides to order a veg thali with his heart beating at a rapid pace and shaking hands finding it difficult to hold the menu card properly.Then,he observes a man in white jeans and full sleeve black shirt,entering the restaurant.The man looks around the empty tables,hesitates for a moment and then approaches to Brandon. -...
Haunting Memories
Haunting memories A short Story by Emma Kate ‘You’re going mad…Grace…’ a figure was standing in front of Grace, stretching out a long hand for her throat… ‘No, don’t! NO!’ Grace screamed, her grey eyes wide open. No, this wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t be, she had seen that woman standing in front of her, speaking in her croaked voice and reaching for her throat. ‘James!’ she called her cousin. ‘Grace, what happened?’ ‘She-she was tr-trying to k-kill me.’ ‘Grace, calm down, she wouldn’t come again.’ Grace went back to sleep again. II ‘Julia, it happened again, is she going mad?’ James asked, ligh...
Our Hopes and Dreams
The lights flickered on and off, just like our hopes and dreams. The weather was raging outside. The newscaster declared that this would be “The storm of the century”. In our raggedy apartment, Leon was pacing back and forth in front of the landline phone, exclaiming “How long will it take? He should have called by now!” “Be patient, my friend. He said they will call today, and they will.” I responded. This was the day we have both been waiting for since we met. The Diablo Circus, one of the most prestigious circuses in the world, would call us with two positions as jugglers open. This phone c...