A Final Goodbye_Apples to Apples_A Rosy Revalation_The Middle Ages
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A Final Goodbye
With a high-pitched “pop” that made my ears twitch, a woman suddenly appeared in the middle of the kitchen. She was wearing a floor-length flower print dress, and on her head was a rather large hat entirely covered with lace. She looked casually about the room, nodded politely in our direction when she saw us, and floated off toward the living room.“That’s the eleventh one today, Charlie.” I shook my head as the woman passed through the wall and out of sight. “They all just appear out of nowhere, don’t use the door or anything.” Matching my words, a man in a fedora poked his head abruptly thro...
Apples to Apples
Dana and Dale were good friends. They had to be, because they were going apple-picking in Maine. It’s not a good idea to pick apples if you’re not friends with the other person or they’re not family. Don’t ask why. This is experience talking. Anyway, the two friends mentioned above are in the car, heading to one of the many orchards in the state, and they got to discussing all types of apples, in Maine. It would help readers to know a little about the size of the state, the Mainer mindset, and the condition of the roads, but that all probably goes beyond the purview of this particular story.Th...
A Rosy Revalation
A woman appeared. Her pink purse was by her side, and her glasses were hardly noticeable and tiny. She had seen multiple children dressing up in costumes. It took every ounce of her not to scold them about it. Most of the children wouldn’t understand, she told herself. But when she saw the teenagers, both dressed in outdated witch attire, she was enraged. Venefica didn’t intend to scream at them over the inaccuracies of their clothing, but she found herself doing so anyway. One said it wasn’t a big deal. The other was calling the police. Venefica had slipped away before it could escalate. Besi...
The Middle Ages
Twins Ellie and Ayesha Sawyer stepped onto the crowded sidewalk in front of the Witches Gallow manor. Ellie grinned behind her halloween mask, giddy with excitement. “Ayesha, I’m so excited!” Ellie squealed. “Aren’t you?” “Uh,” Ayesha murmured. “I’m a little scared.” Ellie harshly rolled her eyes at her skittish twin. “Don’t be a pansy, Ayesha! I swear, nothing bad is going to happen. I’ll be right here.” Ellie assured her, squeezing Ayesha’s sweaty hand. Unknown by either of the sisters, both of Ellie’s promises would be broken. The twins ascended the disintegrating steps, mingling with ...