Sweet o stranger_Cornflower Blue_The First Ray of Sunshine_A Closer Vantage Point
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Sweet o stranger
Far far away from the tireless city lights, across the rail tracks was a dreary little village. One can imagine a bleak and obscure picture of the area. Sharan, a local farmer, works around the meadows alone at this time of the season. Sharan started his day surveilling the fields, followed by a thorough process of irrigation. Today's weather was as good as Sharan's fieldwork. Breeze pinching softly, the naughty grasslands dancing on its rhythm.Unexpectedly, the sky turned shady and it rained. Sharan chuckled now that he didn't have to water the fields, he quickly ran towards the sheds. He cle...
Cornflower Blue
"That's the thing about this city, it sucks big donkey dicks! But you'll figure that out for yourself, kid," said Detective Sargent Thomas Horacio Bozarth to his new partner, Detective Russell Cameron Minter.Bozarth was a crusty, old school, cop that never met a donut or a free lunch from an appreciative deli owner, he didn't like. He had his doubts about this new, very young (by his standards) partner that his Captain had stuck him with, but his was not to reason why."Bozarth, I may be new to this city, but I was a beat cop for three years, a patrol cop for five, back where I come from. I don...
The First Ray of Sunshine
I have spent 700 years of my existence indoors. While that might seem like a long time – to exist and to spend indoors – it is more the existence I was given rather than the one I have chosen. I am careful in choosing my words. I am existing, I am not living. I have lived for 25 years, and then, through no choosing of my own, I began existing. Merely existing.My name is Archibald ‘Archie’ Lancaster.How I came to be is but a blur of a memory. I was (and technically still am) quite a looker in my day. I would rarely lose a second glance from a beautiful woman. Do not be mistaken, dear reader, I ...
A Closer Vantage Point
Yvette hassled over the details with such a scrutinous eye that her roommate, Dina, had told her to calm down on six separate occasions leading up to her date’s arrival. She had ignored her friend on each and every instance. This was something she had never done before,www.onedoor.cc at least not within her own abode, and so if she was able, she would make damn sure that nothing about this dinner went poorly. Her dish of choice was Cassoulet, something her mother in France had taught her how to prepare, and she had spent the better part of a day fussing over its ingredient ratios and its consistency and its...