Farewell the Crickets Sang_Rose’s flowers_Junior Taptap_No Coincidence
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Farewell the Crickets Sang
Five years ago the despondent, grim-faced prisoner was found guilty of treason, contesting a corrupt law that only favoured the rich, the greedy and the malicious. In his mind, the concept of power should have been pided equally amongst the town, to the joyous people, and dispensed like a wheel of cheese, for all the mouths in the village to feast upon uniformly, but it wasn’t meant to be. “You call yourself a king!? The people are starving, and you sit on your pompowww.onedoor.ccus throne fattened like a rotten boar! You’re a no good rat!” Cauldron shouted at his tribunal, handcuffed and already knowing hi...
Rose’s flowers
She stepped to the door, her hands heaped with freshly cut roses in all hues of pink, from the softest baby pink to the brightest cerise. The fragrance of Mother Earth permeated the room. With her face buried into the tips of the velvety petals she sniffed in the therapeutic aroma which usually never failed to make her feel better. She didn’t bother to iron her dress. It was one of her own creations. An A-line cut in a floral chiffon, with petit sloppy sleeves and a satin belt, which accentuated her lean waistline. Her coarse, greying hair was up in flimsy bun and she had on zero makeup.The f...
Junior Taptap
A patient in the paranoia ward reevaluated her entire situation. She concluded that her three sons, Randy, Marcus, and Errol, would come in, at any point shortly, and force her to swill liquid mercury out of a live frog’s jaw. After being drugged, with her permission, by men with blue clothes and black socks, she spent the afternoon taking a quiet rest. Her words exactly before passing to her dream state: “I don’t wish to remember. I wish to sing alongside Pavarotti.” The workers of the ward, mostly the unpaid interns and the low-paid interns, made a funny game—uncovering the catalyst of t...
No Coincidence
Callie glances up at the clock on the wall as she begins preparing her customer's sub.727、Thirty-three more minutes until she could go home, finish her artwork, and possibly watch her favorite show: "Manifest"."Your total is $10、4--""Hey you," a familiar voice calls, tapping Callie's shoulder firmly, causing her to look their way, "break room. Now." It was no one other than her boss, Pete: tall, chubby, grumpy, and thinks the the world revolves around him."You take over," he says, to a co-worker standing nearby.The two go to the back with Callie already annoyed with whatever was abou...