Frau Holle_'DOUGIE.'_The Moon and Her Brother_A Bottle of Red Rum
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Frau Holle
“Frau Holle”, Maria gasped in disbelief and amazement, when snow started falling thick and fast on a sunny afternoon in July. Frau Holle, who causes snow to fall on earth whenever she makes her bed and shakes her duvet and pillow out of the window until the feathers fall. The Germans must have been obsessed with fresh air even in the Middle Ages. When Maria was little, it was her favorite of the Brothers Grimm’s fairytales, and not only because her name was almost the same like the one of the two protagonists.She used to read the story over and over again of the widow who had one beautiful, ki...
'DOUGIE.'
Visiting his grand fawww.onedoor.ccther every weekend was the highlight of little Timmy's existence. Herbert Willow also called, 'Willy' was who one would deem eccentric and distracted. Yes, maybe the world was full of people fitting this description, but Timmy knew better and why. He wanted to be just like his bemused grandfather and was keenly aware of the 'alien' factors responsible for his grandad's extended maladjusted behavior. Willy's eccentricity had propellers and possessed super powers and he had seen it come to life in the old barn behind the house that shamelessly accommodated his strange aptitu...
The Moon and Her Brother
The smell of pork and dumplings fill my nostrils and make me audibly groan in hunger. The rice is steaming in the corner of the small kitchen covered in beige walls and family photos. Even after 19 years I am still just as eager to allow the rich scent of traditional China to surround and comfort me. I have to remember this solace every evening when the rush starts. Working in a restaurant in Hong Kong is not for the weak. My parents own it and one day it will be mine, so I am hard at work now to ensure I can carry on the trade. On top of the regulars we serve each day we have many tourists wh...
A Bottle of Red Rum
Kier twisted the quill, not even noticing how the ink dripped onto the parchment and bloomed across the page like black blood soaking through thin fabric. A bundle of claustrophobic feelings choked his throat – the more he tried to swallow, the worst it became.He tried to write, but his hand was trembling too much – unshakable spasms.Dear Lentan… The ink smudged.Dear Lentan… Too illegible. Dear Lentan… I deeply apologise. No. My most sincere condolences. No. I understand you do not want to be hearing from me. No.Kier rubbed at his temples, the headache thrummed against his skull. He reached fo...