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Softy Bear
What's going on? Thought Softy Bear as he was passed from the large hands he knew to the much smaller hands he was unfamiliar with, I don't know if I like this. “Thank you, dad.” Said the hands with a tone of doubt as if they were unsure on how to react. “Don’t look so disappointed, son.’ Said the larger hands, ‘Softy will take great care of you. I’ve had him for years. Your great-grandma gave him to me before she passed away when I was about your age and now, I’m happy to give him to you. He’s a very special bear.” Softy had fond memories of being held by the larger hands. Back when they wer...
A Promise Broken
It was in midnight. A figure as lithe as a cat and as slippery as a snake was jumping down the building and running towards the royal palace. Suddenly something in the front hit her. In the dim moon light the man's figure in black clothes was as good as invisible. In a moment of carelessness she was caught. "Release" she said. "diamond " "Nonsense " "Where's it?" ...whoosh, a sudden gust of wind rolled towards him and when he dodged the punch narrowly a kick came in succession and kicked him in abdomen. Jim fell backwards. The thief ran away in the split second. Next day preparations were g...
DevilMan
How could a simple book change the world? Pascal had expected his work to congregate a small following of loyal admirers or passionate critics, but not furious rebellion across the globe. Pascal had always believed in the power of the pen, that ideas sparked in noble minds could resuscitate deflated hearts and ignite soulful minds.But not while he was living.Down a hallway, Pascal clung to the white wall. The roar of the stadium penetrated the thick slabs of concrete that lay between him and the awaiting mass of his admirers. He curled his toes inside his leather shoes and slowed his breathin...
Solo
I hate them all, phony wannabies with crocodile smiles and frappe lattes. Sure, they greet you fine, but it's all superficial. Doorman? He has a name, I think. A Dennis or Dave or Dereck. Greets you cordially when you get home. Sometimes even get a how-was-your-day-sir. Quickly learned he's not that interested. “Bit of a shitter,” I replied once when new and filled with misguided and swiftly failing optimism about my big city move. His reply? “Ah, well, hope tomorrow is better,” before www.onedoor.ccturning his attention hastily back to his mundane duties. Then, a short walk through a sea of nameless facele...