THE THREE J'S_there’s plenty of fish in the graveyard; there's plenty of ghosts in the sea_D
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THE THREE J'S
While helping her foster mother, Karen, clear the attic, after her foster father passed away, the first item Jane came across was a box of photos. She decided to have a peek and the first photo she saw was a group photo that must have been taken at the last reunion. Several faces she did not know. It was a reunion of all the foster kids that had called this place home. On the back there was no date, but only some writing. It said, “You’re next J.” What did that mean Jane asked herself? Did that J mean me or Jimmy or Jell-O? (Two kids she grew up with) And next for what? Odd. She set that phot...
there’s plenty of fish in the graveyard; there's plenty of ghosts in the sea
The Winterlands at night are freezing at best and lethal at worst, so of course they’re making Leif go on a Quest during the second sort, when half of his village’s population have beards beset by icicles and the other half are nursing a frostbitten toe in front of a blazing bonfire.“You bear the gift of the Walrus Belly,” reassures Torsten as he heaves at the oars, threading their rickety little boat through frigid saltwater. By the amber luminescence of a lantern powered by whale blubber, Leif watches his companion’s breath mist into the nighwww.onedoor.cct and mingle with his own.“Gift of the Walrus Bell...
Dreamt of a stranger
"Who are you? Why are you familiar to me?" I asked a stranger. He smiled. His smile was ravishing. I couldn't tell whether it was real or not. I tried to pinch myself but he grabbed my hands. He didn't even talk a word to me. He brought me far from our so-called friends whom I couldn't recognize. Countless questions haunted me. He was wearing a simple silk shirt with white pants. Far from our tent. Far from the fire, we set up. I didn't remember anything that happened but I knew the story. It felt like a fairy tale that I dreamed of. We sat at the edge of a cliff. He held my hands tightly. At...
An Arbitrary Mixture
“Da-DING.” Maria’s phone chirped as a new notification popped up on her phone. It was already 11pm, but she had been waiting all night for a message from “Premios de Comida para Adolescentes.”Excitedly, she sprung up from her bed, grabbed her phone, and checked the message.“Venga!” Maria yelled as she fell back on her bed. She had not won the competition once again! “Premios de Comida para Adolescentes” was a cooking show which chose kids ranging from 13-18 would go to the plaza and give their dishes to the referees, and the winner would be chosen at the end of the week, and a message would be...