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December sixteenth and Broadmore Street bustled with people. Lunchtime meant midday holiday office parties and Christmas shopping on the flwww.onedoor.ccy. With limited street parking, most people walked, scurrying to get to their destinations. The December chill had begun to settle in across the city. Two of the three local television stations were predicting snow at today. One predicted up to twelve inches. Reggie Moore could predict snow better than most. When. How much. Yes, he had watched the weather forecasters and their predictions this morning, but his senses told him more than any meteorological co...
The Dragon and the Queen
Ain’t no smell like a garage that ain’t seen daylight in ten years, Luther thought. Like a tomb for dust bunnies. He flipped the switch, but of course the lights didn’t work, filaments in the bulbs long since sizzled out. Same for the garage door opener—deader than church on Super Bowl Sunday. He’d have to rustle up a flashlight somewhere, was pretty sure he had one in the kitchen junk drawer. After he’d located it—and replaced the double A batteries—the beam pierced through the dark like a beacon, shining across a burlap-covered landscape straight out of a Hitchcock film. His grandmother’s s...
Sakura Tea
The shopkeeper's bell rang a frantic ‘ding-a-ling’. Yes, that clattering bell sound followed by the heavy door slamming shut as busy footsteps clambered into the shop. Aspen knew it well. He’d worked here long enough to tell most of what he needed to know just from a customer’s entrance. What'd it be this time? Man in a sweaty business suit who ran here from work looking for a quick anniversary gift? Parents getting a bouquet for their kid’s choir show? Teenager home alone trying to replace the flowers he let die? That happened unnaturally often. Aspen chuckled, oh the stories he could tell a...
I Can Help
Title: I Can Help Written by: Hannah CarmichaelA bang sounded throughout the school hallways as the locker door slammed shut."Guys let me out! Let me out!" The small boy screamed as he banged his fists against the inside of the locker door. "Wimpy Nelson wants to get out." One of the guys mocked. Their laughter echoed throughout the empty hallway as they walked away. Nelson was more than furious this time. This was one too many times and it pushed him too far. Hot tears streamed down his face and he sniffled. He took off his glasses and wiped the tears away with his hoody’s sleeve.Before the s...