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The Long Con
TW: DeathI didn’t know how Janet found out about the unit in the first place. Maybe Mick had mentioned it at some point or maybe she had found the key at his place. She was probably the first one to go over there, managing things, cleaning up anything that had the potential to cause trouble. We had never liked each other, Janet and me, so I didn’t really understand why she bothered to bring it to my attention at all.Janet was one tough lady. She was mean and hard and blunt, and she always had one eye awww.onedoor.ccimed warily at me. I think she saw me as an opportunist, thought I was just using Mick for th...
Chester
The soft trill of the bell above the door echoes through the shelter, and my whole body stiffens. It’s 10:00AM on a Wednesday, which means that Mrs. Melbourne is here for her routine visit. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I can be sure of her melodramatic presence, with her cloud of emotional theatrics trailing behind her. It’s not that she is a particularly bad person, or that she is cruel to the cats under my care here at my rescue, Feline Feelin’ Fine. But it is difficult to entertain any other adoptions while she carries on in the background, gravitating to one cantankerous old cat an...
Maze
Every moment of our life is a negotiation. Each choice decides our future. Our experience and reflection let us choose the best path through which we channel our life. It’s like entering into a maze - an adventure, with courage and insight we traverse through it, with each point on the maze in front of us representative of the time and each step representative of our future. The paths are mired in front of our eyes, a bad selection and we end up in a puddle. Our present is the making of our past. With no going back, this is what we are. Or is it so? Is the past decided? Could that be altered, ...
1910
Neumann stood on top of the building in the heart of London, waiting for his master to land. It was Spring of 1910, and the light from the horizon smoldered in the early evening, a blossoming line of fire. “Aus dem feuer kamen sie” or “Out of the fire they came”. How many years had it been since that infamous headline stood stark across Berlin, then London, and beyond? When Jörmunwyr and his kind appeared, clawing themselves out from under Iceland, they’d changed human affairs forever. Worry gnawed at his stomach, twisting like a bag of rats. Neumann had served his master faithfully for nearly...