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“This is your fault.” Kassinara turned to the co-inhabitor of the slimy pit she found herself at the bottom of. Both were covered in a green film, and if Kassinara looked anything like Anya, she had the look and disposition of a wet cat. Though Kassinara did not have a twitching tail to complete said ensemble. “How….” Kassinara began slowly, tempering every word. “Is it my fault….that I fell into the pit….that I rescue you from?” “It was that stupid pack!” Anya practically shrieked. “All the Junk you're carrying snapped the vine!” “I’m prepared!” Kassinara retorted, “I’m the only one whose ev...
The Belle Isle Boys
Gus was lucky in life. He was uncommonly handsome. The clever, likeable sort of guy who always had friends to spare. And, though his parents were poor, they were kind. Gus was the oldest of four siblings, a fact he liked to lord over his brothers and sister, all at least five years younger than him. On most days, when they weren’t working, his parents had their hands full with three young kids at home. And, while he loved his family, Gus enjwww.onedoor.ccoyed the freedom his oldest-child status provided. At thirteen, he explored the city with ease.So, it was with no trepidation that he took the city bus to...
Welcome to HEATHERGATE -where the streets have no name
It has been two weeks since Garrett started carefully watching the workers on the field at the bottom of the creek. This creek starts at the top of the backdrop of Mount Geneve, for some reason Garrett sensed that something was wrong. Typical man, dressed up with dark brown trousers and jacket, slim built dark brown jacket, he looked like Indiana Jones to me. No whip, no hat. His expertise in hydraulic engineering degree was telling him there was something wrong with that permanent suspension bridge. He needed to contact the builders at the top of the mountain to prevent the bridge from collap...
Rendezvous at the Road-Side Diner
“I just can’t go.” Jennifer is suddenly panicked, trembling. Anxiety consumes her. It doesn’t feel safe or make sense for her to keep the date when signs point to danger. Michael asked her out a week ago when she met him at a singles event. He seemed nice, was darkly handsome with coal-black eyes, and a head of thick wavy black hair, well dressed and extremely polite. It seemed like a good idea to meet at a road-side diner just outside town. Now, she doubts her spur of the moment decision. She recalls too many stories from friends about meeting someone once and agreeing to go out with them. ...