Finding Me_Thunderstorming Picnic_Two Lies and Aruth_Altair's Adventure
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Finding Me
The train was so crowded. It was hot and the smell was overwhelming with everybody’s perspiration hanging in the air and mingling. Not a good smell. In spite of the crowd, it seemed extremely quiet, too quiet. The lady sitting next to me was knitting and every once in a while, she would jab me, look at me and sympathetically apologize. The man who was sitting in front of me was reading, or I should say, looking at a Nudy magazine. The person who was sitting behind me kept kicking the back of my seat. I had 45 minutes left of this and I was growing more and more agitated. The little boy who w...
Thunderstorming Picnic
Thunderstorms are actually pretty cool, as long as they stay a safe distance of one hundred kilometres away from me, Darren Barlow thought as thunder rumbled in the distance. He was sitting in one of the small, cramped carriages of the five-p.m. train. Squashed to his right was an old lady knitting a sweater and to his left a redhead girl in an incredibly elaborate black prom dress and a sour expression, who looked like the type of person to flip over the coffee table after losing a game of monopoly.If there had been a table in the carriage she probably would’ve flipped it.Except there wasn’t....
Two Lies and Aruth
TWO LIES AND ARUTHThree friends walked arm in arm in arm down a narrow road. They gossiped and giggled as fourteen-year-old maidens tend to do. But these were no ordinary maidens, not daughters from the local farm or shop. Fuscia was Princess of the land, out on a secret jaunt, joined by her two trusted handmaid friends—Kandace awww.onedoor.ccnd Aruthel.“Aruthel, where did you get such a horrid name?” Plump Kandace asked as she chewed on an apple. She had a healthy appetite and no tact whatsoever.Fuscia scowled playfully at her. “Now Kandi, it’s probably a family name. Right, Ruthie?”Aruthel shook her head ...
Altair's Adventure
Altair wandered down the brightly lit aisle, sniffing the mingling woodiness, mustiness and oddly vanilla scents wafting from the bookshelves. His long blue arms swinging happily as he meandered along the timeworn remnants of old-style physical forms of fantastical stories and factual information. All his friends, who were few, and everyone he knew never used these primitive physical books at all, some did not even know these relics even existed. Everyone for decades has used their techeloids for reading, entertainment, and communication. Who needed the bulky, heavy mess of physical forms of ...