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I Have a Plan
I Have a Plan“I’ve got a plan. This is the one for sure. But just in case, how many more times can we rub the lantern and still call the genie?” Kevin asked. “Two,” Brian replied while turning over the lantern in his hands. “I can see two more dust patches near the handle. That means two more chances to rub.”“Okay, two more. Let’s see. Two rubs with three wishes per swipe after the genie is released means six wishes. Minus two wishes each time to reset if we need to. Which leaves four wishes left overall.”“No, three wishes actually. We have one wish to make and one wish to recover if the wish ...
Son
There were a million stars out tonight. The air was sweet and warm. Insects sang to each other from the forest. Lillian, stargazing with her fiance Harold. Stares blissfully into the night sky; savoring a feeling of love and security. When a flash blazes across the sky. A shooting star? She didn’t have time to find out. Lillian was going into labor. Harold scrambles to get her up and into the car. They grab the bags they prepacked for the hospital. Thankfully the roads aren’t too www.onedoor.ccbusy at this hour. They arrive at Bellmonte Creek Hospital and Emergency Care Center. The attending nurse admits ...
The Boon of being Tardi
“That was quite a nice nap, wasn’t it?”It feels life forces flowing back into its tiny body. It stretches its extremities in all directions as far as they can go. They are a bit stiff, but all still operational. “Boy, that feels good! Let’s see: where am I and when?”It activates its multiple sensory organs to their fullest functionality. Thousands of fine-tuned packets of information returns to its brain. Its primitive eyes do not have the same high resolution as ours, but hair-like sensors exceed all of our senses in sheer sensitivity.“OK. It seems to be quite a bit later than when I fell as...
The dress
_"What is this mother? Whoever wore something like that? I don't think I've seen anything uglier in my life." -"What kind of a question is that?" Amalia answered her daughter indignantly. "I myself once wore this beautiful piece." Elisabeth looked at her mother in surprise and rolled her eyes. -"Let's keep it civil, shall we?" Amalia tried her best to sound as stern as possible. "You mend that tear in the muslin, and I'll tell you the wonderful story behind that dress." -"What?" Elisabeth gasped, "Why? Mother please, this will give me a migraine attack." -"Behave like a lady, will you?" Amalia...