Empty Nest_Poverty city_Winston's Wet Book_The Cosmic Imbalance of a Lucky Foot
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Empty Nest
Maud stretched out languorously upon her mattress of gold and jewels. The sight of it was both grand and impressive, and then some. The gold and jewels sparkled with an inner light and even in the drab lighting of Maud’s lair the mountain of treasure glowed tantalisingly. There is nothing like the sight of untold wealth and riches to get the greed buds itching and tingling and even the least materialistic would be dribbling enviously at Maud’s incredible hoard of treasure.Then there was Maud herself. Maud was, and indeed still is, a dragon and being the female of the species, she was bigger, b...
Poverty city
“So, what’s the catch” I asked the car seller. “No, no catch. Just a few issues. Rear wiper won’t work. But the brakes do.” “Wonderful.” “Half the time. All the lights wowww.onedoor.ccrk great. Especially the engine light that one stays on all the time.” “Well for $400 dollars-“ “Heaters start in seconds.” “It is getting colder-” “So long as you don’t mind toxic fumes and headaches that come with it but who’s asking anyways. Not you. So we have a deal.” “Absolutely.” “Hey you aren’t swindling me are ya?” “I don’t need this car for driving. I need to a place to live and $400 is the best deal I can find.” “P...
Winston's Wet Book
Day 1I hope this makes it out in one.My name’s Winston Garret. I’m an employee at H&M. Well, I was. Now I mine and sell dirt for a living. I know I wrote “Day 1”, but I decided today to write in my favorite leatherbound book; I felt hopeful after a droplet splattered my forehead when I was half awake. It had been exactly 1,946 days since I was thrown into this room and met this alcove and many unfortunate men like me, whose language I do not speak, but I was certain it was Thai.The sole purpose I came to the Land of Smiles was to be one with its beaches and let its renowned spicy food burn my ...
The Cosmic Imbalance of a Lucky Foot
Fisker ran through the tall grass as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, the green blades whipping past his face in a blur. The wind coursed through his brown fur as his long ears flapped wildly behind. A clump of bright orange fur was held tightly within his large front teeth. The moon was full in the great beyond high above. Her radiant beauty shone with grace over the ocean of flowing grass, illuminating the narrow trail beneath the waves. But dark clouds brewed on the horizon, growing ever closer on a hurried wind.Fisker darted left, then right, then left again, avoiding unseen dead end...