Loveable gaffe_1963 Fender Stratocaster_Madam Magdalene’s Oracular Viewings_A Personal Twist On La L
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Loveable gaffe
Dusk was falling rapidly, The signboards of the shops were started to lit by neon lights. The shopkeepers were preparing for the swarm of people to arrive . It is going to be the densest part of city in few minutes. This market place runs all sort of licit to illicit business. Once you drawn deeper into it more the chance to fall prey to human predator.Alexis fox, A man of Ex-Navy Seals officer , that pretty much described about him but his present sitch says he is on a long run. His black cap and the goggles proves his Incognito mode , but a pretty little present wrapped in a golden yellow fo...
1963 Fender Stratocaster
Paul had found the fountain of youth, and it was slowing stealing his mind. It didn’t look like much, faded and worn. The retirement present from his old boss. The boss who forced him out of the business he built. Paul remembered the chubby and energetic kid he had hired and mentored for the past 10 years. Derek was twenty years younger, and through political maneuvering with the Board had taken over as CEO. If Paul still had the fire in his belly then maybe he would have fought harder to keep his executive position. But Paul was ready to get out of the day to day grind, to prioritize someth...
Madam Magdalene’s Oracular Viewings
The silver bell adorning Madam Magdalene’s Oracular Viewings chimed over the soft swooping hair of the boy who’d just pushed through the door. Magdalene hastily slid her crossword under an appropriately leather-bound tomb sitting next to the register and watched closely.The bell was a trinket given to Magdalene by her mother, who’d received it from her mother before her, who had supposedly bought it off an old troll living in what was now the sunken city beneath San Francisco. A miniscule enchantment carved along its edges summoned the boy’s aura for an instant; it was peach, like his polo, a...
A Personal Twist On La Llorona
“Goodbye”, I whisper, watching the color drain from her face. A small flurry of bubbles escapes her lips as if she was trying to wish me farewell too before she finally stops struggling. I happily remove my hands from where they were clasped around her neck.I step back from the river as I stare at my children’s faces, all of them float aimlessly in the looking clear-glass water, hair clouding glassy rolled back eyes. I smile as I take my youngest in my arms and stroke her long blond hair.“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” I sing, my smile grows larger with every syllable as I watch her h...