The Ides of March_'Reading Material'_Fortune Cookie_The Millennial Festival
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The Ides of March
She checked the time for the umpteenth time. “The nights are too long,” she sighed. At last, she rose from her bed in her tiny room at 3:00 am. Quietly she sat at the cosy nook, her favourite area of escape. She glanced through the window, and the serene atmosphere filled her senses. The stars blinked, and the majestic moon shone. The moonlight streaked through the boughs, and the leaves glistened and swayed by the gentle winds. A blank canvas stood on the easel. She dipped the paintbrush into the colours and smeared the blank sheet with the shades of the night as she visualized past her win...
'Reading Material'
‘READING MATERIAL’ A SHORT STORY BY TIM ROBERTS“Ssssh!” Crazy Stokesie the school librarian drenched us all in phlegm as a warning to be quiet as we lined up to stamp out our ‘Meg and Mog’ and ‘Fantastic Mr Fox’. It took more than the spit of a stern eccentric to stop Tizzy when he was in full bullying flow, though, so I ducked out of the queue and went back to the ‘D’ shelf to swap my book for ‘Danny the Champion of the World’.“It’s true.” I should have guessed Tizzy would follow me to the Dahls. He was nothing if not a persistent bully. “Just take a look in your Dad’s garage or his bedroom c...
Fortune Cookie
It starts with a fortune cookie. Her struggle, not her habit. From the age of four, Sutton has been a chronic liar. It all started with a cookie jar. Her mother had told her no dessert until after dinner. They'd be having porkchops and broccoli. She hated porkchops and broccoli, and knew she would never make it through dinner to the chocolate chunk cookies in the cookie jar. "Is that chocolate on your face?" "No mama. Dirt from playing outdoors." Such an easy lie. One that her mother had believed. She'd ended up skipping dinner, telling her mother that she wasn't feeling well, and got toast in...
The Millennial Festival
“Damn it” he thought. “I’m going to be late on my first day.”The crowd was not moving. The invaders had occupied every inch of the train. They had moved randomly and uncoordinated, filling into the train platforms and eventually into the cabins. The onlookers just stared with confusion, and the commuters watched with deep annoyance. The crowd was full of young and old people, each wearing colors and masks of every kind. Today was a very special day on the city, iwww.onedoor.cct was the Millennial festival. The crowd pushed the commuters and continued making noise. Dante was no very pleased. He stood in the ...