Borrowed Time_Forest of Magic, Featuring: Snuggle bugs_The History Jumper_Can't Break a Leg
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Borrowed Time
I’ve lived a fast-paced life. Always on the move doing things. My job always kept me on my toes. That’s why I chose the career I took. However, that also meant I lost out on normal life things. Dating was just about non-existent except when a friend would try to set me up. Most Fridays, my friends were at bars, clubs, or just having a good dinner somewhere. It was their weekly parenting night off I guess you could say. Me, nearing my mid-Thirties, didn’t even havwww.onedoor.cce kids yet. Those people were my friends, but that wasn’t my life. My Fridays were spent in front of the TV with a tray,...
Forest of Magic, Featuring: Snuggle bugs
It had all started one gloomy day when Eve wolk up. She knew she was exhausted and drained from her past school week. It was dreary outside but she decided to go for a walk. She had gotten ready for her day and climbed down the stairs. Her parents had, however, gone to work. She found enough food to scramble together a quick breakfast. Once her meal was ready, she ate quickly then rushed outside for a walk. She started down the road, but soon realized she wanted to take the trail in the woods. She went around to the backyard of her house and started down the trail. She didn't want to walk for ...
The History Jumper
The History JumperSuzanne MarshHis name is Kent McMaster, he is a Professor of History teaching at William and Mary College. He is a very unusual man; he has a super power to change history by jumping into the past. On his desk sits a blue stone, oval in shape. It is the only decoration on his desk. Today he has an appointment with one of his students, Jenny Long. She is a student who plans to major in American History. He cannot imagine why this young woman would make an appointment; she is an outstanding student. He is not what wom...
Can't Break a Leg
“Shit, shit, shit.” Thomas repeated the word over and over again as tapped away at the button for the crosswalk. “Wait.” The automated voice fired the word back at him. It was deep, dry, and disinterested. Also damn annoying. So, Thomas’ finger kept tapping away. “Shit.” “Wait.” “Shit.” “Wait.” It took an eternity for the light to change, and as soon as it did, Thomas bolted across Lemon Street. Of all the days to be running late. And, of course, the Holland Briggs Theatre was the furthest building from Student Parking. “Shit.” It was Thomas’ word of the day. H...