Where the Beach Is_The Mouse Hole_Door At The End of The Hall_The hidden depths of the sea
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Where the Beach Is
I hadn’t really noticed the back of my closet in the kitchen, until I was stuck at home for a few weeks. Week one was a nice break, week two was a little boring and included many Vodka Collins and morning mimosas. It was right around day 3 of the third week when the vodka ran out; no drinking, so I guess it’s time to clean house. I had lived in the tiny bungalow for about three years now and hadn’t really deep cleaned since I moved in. What can I say? I’m a ‘comfortably lived in’ kind of girl. On this third day of the third week I decided to dig into one of the kitchen cupboards and started wi...
The Mouse Hole
My name is Persephone the Persian. I don’t much care about what your name is. In fact, I don’t much care about you at all. That’s why I didn’t trouble myself to say hello to you. This is a tale about me. I’m the Queen. Many years ago I adopted a childless couple. My sweet mother died and my four siblings and I were starving to death. Besides, it was hotter than Hades and we had no water to drink, and anyway, we were too young to drink water. We were too young to be weaned, but that’s life. Mama had obviously used uwww.onedoor.ccp her nine lives and had nothing left for us. So it goes. Anyway, I was the cou...
Door At The End of The Hall
"Go home, we don't want you here!"Caroline pressed her back against the brick wall, and traced her fingers through the scraggly yarn hair of her smiling cloth doll she named Dorthy. At seven, she could never spell her name correctly, but her doll's name was fitting since she named her after her mother. "I..I just came over to play," her voice was trapped from what felt like a fist in her throat. Gerry moved closer to her now, his broad chest thrust against her."Oh, let her play with us," his much smaller and younger sister protested, as she stood behind him at the mouth of the door. "We don'...
The hidden depths of the sea
The day Lance found a creature in his own backyard turned his once normal life upside down. It was a spring morning, the Daffodils in the garden were in bloom. His mother Joan liked to bake early in the day which released a sweet aroma throughout the house. The smell would wake Lance early on the weekends. On weekdays his mother would place tarts on the kitchen table before school, and often placed treats in his lunch box. Sometimes he shared them with his friends.His mother liked to encourage him to share with his friends especially the ones that looked like they were less fortunate them him....