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Ella
Mom, unfortunately, knew she had to teach me all I would need quickly before her end. So, she taught me to read, cook, sew, and keep a house by ten. Mom passed about a month after my eleventh birthday a few years ago. My father and I had a wonderful life, but he was lonely. He was convinced I still needed a mother figure. So, he and the widow Monroe married after dating for only six weeks. She and her two brats moved in and took over. They treated me as their servant, not like a sister. The real servants were loyal to my mother and quit when the new missus stopped paying them. Father was so ...
The Magnificent Maron Maloney - Part 4/4
Maron Makes his Escape. Battle at the Swindle. Breakfast. Rounding from the back, Maron tightened a rope and secured it to an anchor in the wagon. Huddled in Taika Maru’s cage, Elina Hogsbreath cradled Benzie’s limp, unconscious body and contemptuously glared at Maron. “You should get used to that cat shelter,” Maron smiled slyly, lifting a trunk from the ground and sliding it onto the wagon. Resting against it, he gestured to the inn. “Think of it as your home away from home.” Elina scowled, “This ain’t over, scoundrel.” “Scoundrel,” Pip repeated with a whistle and ruffled her feathers in her...
Holding on to Thin Air
Trent Obertson was a private pilot who flew among the towering Chugach Mountains in Alaska. He loved bobbing in and around the fluffy white clouds that hung like overripe melons among the snow covered peaks. There was an expression for pilots who flew the Monomee Pass through the Nelchina into Talkeetna called, “Hanging on to thin air.” When flying this route, Trent noticed how much the cold and warm air would struggle for control that resulted in his plane being buffet during the flight. His Cessna 206 was versatile, able to land in terrain that other planes could not. Equipped with Tun...
cabin journey
I woke up cold, wet, hungry and slightly disoriented. ‘Where was I’? I slowly sensed that I had been lying on the cold, hard ground in the forest instead of my warm bed. ‘What am I doing here?’ Slowly memories flooded back into my brain like waking from a strange dream. I had been accused of something that I did not do. I escaped to the forest because of the gossip people were spreading about me. I needed time to think. ‘What should I do now? ‘Survive,’ I tell myself. My name is Robert, and I was a high school teacher. I failed a student because she hadwww.onedoor.cc copied her assignments, and I gave t...