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An Alternative Midsummer Night's Dream
I would like to share with you a swww.onedoor.ccecret dating from many moons ago. A secret for your ears alone, mind you. This is the true story behind the events which would later inspire a man named Shakespeare to compose one of his most famous and well-loved tales.It was the afternoon of the sacred summer solstice, the longest day of the year, although back then, it was known under the Olde English name of ‘Sunstede’. Niamh of the Golden Hair was feeling the irresistible itch to do mischief. Since arriving to serve her apprenticeship at the fairy court of King Oberon and her aunt, Queen Titania, three we...
In the Blink of an Eye
I.Ethel and LeoA Brother in CordeliaFirst thing to happen, this strange woman calls up. “Ethel?” She says. I hardly have a chance to answer when she goes, “I’m your husband’s brother’s wife and this foolishness has been going on long enough.” I wasn’t real polite then, and that’s not like me. I told her Leo didn’t have a brother, but after a bit she convinced me. According to her, Leo and his brother had a silly argument fifty-two years ago and they haven’t spoken since, both of them stubborn as can be. That’s for real. My problem is that when we got married, Leo said he didn’t have any fami...
Lies and the Truth They Make
“Truth is an illusion, just as much as untruths are.”Maman always said that with her prettiest smile. On nights of heavy rain and loud thunderclaps, Madre would pet my hair and hug me close as I cried about the monsters under my bed. She would smile as she kissed my head gently, a serene, dreamy look in her eyes.“Truth is an illusion, little diavolo,” she would whisper, “so no crying about monsters, si?”I would nod at her blurry figure, wiping away my tears. When the flashes of lightning illuminated her silhouette in a silvery halo, she looked so much like an angelita that I believed her. I be...
The Bread Aisle
“Hi, I’m Taylor. It’s nice to meet you. Too boring. I’m Taylor. It’s nice to meet me. Too cocky.” Taylor turned around and grabbed two more loaves of bread and nestled them in their spots on the shelf. “Hi, I’m Taylor. Are you ready for the best date of your life? Too desperate.” He looked at his watch. His boss said he could leave once he finished stocking the bread. He had two boxes and twenty minutes left. Things were looking good.“Johnny, will you stop for a second and listen to me?”“I am listening.”Taylor looked over his shoulder at the customers standing behind him and then refocused on...