Switching Sides (Legacy Hall #2)_Jack of the Wandering..._The ruler of the home_Easy Peasy
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Switching Sides (Legacy Hall #2)
Penelope stalked into the master of the Assassin's Circle’s office and surveyed the room. The only exit was the one she had entered through, now manned by two guards and two windows decorated the far side of the room. Zephyr Rathmore sat at his desk, tapping his fingers and peering over the rim of his glasses at her.“You said you had a proposition for me?” she demanded. Looking up slowly, Zephyr nodded, before placing his hands together in front of him.“It has come to my attention that you are a member of Legacy Hall,” she gasped. How did he find out? She’d kept it a secret for years, having d...
Jack of the Wandering...
Janet sits two rows up and to the right atop a pink pillow with purple hearts, and a perfectly complementing zafu that’s purple with one giant pink heart currently hidden by her ample bottom. With any luck, she’ll be feeling much less zen in a few weeks when I get my revenge. She senses me and turns, flashing me a bright smile. I grin and nod and pretend everything’s fine, because that’s what I do. The instructor lights the incense because that’s what he does.Whisps of smoke rise, hinting at the existence of unfelt breezes as it twists and turns, beaten one way and then ripped another until f...
The ruler of the home
Hello. I am Mr. Wibbles, a name given to me by my 6 year old pet named Susan. If you were to see me I bet you would understand why I am the king of this home. I have short ginger and white fur that shines in the sun, (my favorite place to sleep), and my eyes are the color of amber. Most of the day I am alone waiting for my human, Elizabeth to come home as they say it, "Noon". I spend a lot of my time eating, sleeping, eating a bit more food, taking another nap, attacking the mouse that never leaves my house, (DARN YOU BARTHOLOMEW, THE MOUSE) and maybe bat at some plants (even when Elizabeth ye...
Easy Peasy
“Speak now,” Kurt told his wife, Madison. She heard her brother, Lionel’s, voice through the phone. “Hello? Mad? You there?” The previous week’s events flooded Madison’s memory. So much unnecessary drama. They hadn’t seen each other since their mother’s memorial. She suggested meeting up. Big deal. She would fly to see her daughter, Wilma, in Seattle. Why couldn’t he meet in the middle? Portland’s halfway between Seattle and Los Angeles. One state each way. Travel is so difficult. And family connection, so important. On Monday, fishing for easy agreement, she sent a simple text. ‘Coming west i...