Just A Wee Bit Witchy_Sally's Star Signs_Self-Fulfilling_Clam Chowder
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Just A Wee Bit Witchy
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised, after all it was probably not the brightest idea of mine to lean out the second floor window of my mother's home, holding a lit match in my outstretched hands to see if the wind would make the flames dance. Well, my point was sort of proven to be correct, since the flames were most definitely dancing now, if not in the way I hoped. It was an early afternoon in the beginning of autumn when my little brother, Toby, and I were helping our mother in the kitchen. She had left to go give a pie to the neig...
Sally's Star Signs
Ronald Hasenfratz woke up every weekday at 5:21 A.M. After three beeps of the alarm, he would hit snooze and sleep until 5:30. Then, with only one beep, he would shut the alarm off, switch the nightstand lamp on, and swing his feet over the edge of the bed.His closet consisted of ten neutral work shirts. There were also five of the same black pants, one pair of jeans for the weekends, two t-shirts for outdoors, and a sweatshirt for the winter. Laundry day was every Sunday so he never could run out. At 5:32, he would peruse the small ensemble, settle on a shirt for the day, and c...
Self-Fulfilling
“So, what’s your plague?” “What?” Reine looked up from her drink. The bartender was in his forties with surprisingly thick, blond hair, a bulbous nose, and kind eyes. His skin was a bit red from sunburn and his tunic was stained with beer. “A person drinks like that?” the barwww.onedoor.cctender rested his elbows on the long, oak counter and wiped up some liquor from the countertop. “They only drink for three reasons: an ex-lover, bad news, or a terrible loss. The very unlucky ones get all three, but it can always be boiled down to one of those three. So, which is it?”Reine pushed some of her wavy, black h...
Clam Chowder
It was an ordinary week really. There were a couple of explosions that hadn’t made it onto the news for some reason, my money said it was a cover-up, the lab that burst into flames was government owned after all. The remaining ooze from a gigantic slug creature was still slathered on the pavement of the busy street in front of my apartment building, cars slid through it like slush in the winter. A construction crew had kept me up for 48 hours as they rebuilt the front wall of the bank a block away, it had been broken into by a small crew of motorcyclists with a wrecking ball. I watched as the...