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THE MIRROR IN THE DOOR
ComeHer mother’s voice sounded so distant, Aliya thought it was a memory.Her window displayed drizzles from outside riling up the silent night. She crept out of bed, careful not to wake Penny the cat. Grabbing her glasses, she noticed it was 3、15AM and headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk.ComeThe voice rang in her head and through her bones; muffled yet melodic. As she padded through the hallway, she noticed the door to her right standing ajar. Her mother’s library was open.ComeShe didn’t recall hesitating before stepping into the room, where a strange yet comforting darkness beckoned her...
Yesterday When I was Young
Yesterday When I Was Young As a young entrepreneur, it was not unusual for Paul to work six days a week sometimes seven, ignoring anything else that may require his time and attention. As he moved into his 30s and then his 40s, his ambition only increased with each successful venture. People were well aware of his day – to – day demeanor. Everyone knew not to cross him or take another side unless they were willing to deal with his wrath. He was well known for his ruthless business tactics and everything he did was about profits and increasing his personal war chest. Returning from a 10 day ...
Blessed By Artemis
I threw on my green cloak and threw myself into the forest beckoning from the closet. Had it always been there or had my mystic mind summoned the portal?There was madness about. I had just invited a small group to my chamber to discuss what my followers were to do done in my absence. Ganymede would maintain Gelasia and keep a watchful eye on the queen. I wanted to ask Omphale for her help. After all, the woman was a high priestess herself, and had proven herself to be quite wise and quite pleasant. Perhaps Omphale would not mind assisting Ganymede in the task of running the court of Gela...
You know that never happened, right?
‘You know that never happened, right?’Paul is always like this, whenever we get together. It irks me every time.His job brings him back to town, every three months or so, give or take. Over dinner and some beers, we fill each other in on what we’ve been doing since the last time we met up. One thing that never changed is that he never believes anything I tell him.In his mind, this town is just a pimple on the backside of this country and he can never wait to get out again. In his opinion, nothing interesting will ever or can ever happen here. Specially if he isn’t here to see it.He didn’t beli...