Chaos is a Friend of Mine Part Two_Once Upon An Autumn Evening_ Of magic, music and mood_No Teddy Be
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Chaos is a Friend of Mine Part Two
The next day, I came back and there was the girl sitting by me again and she looked at me and told me her name was Saberdeen Darsablio. And I said, “Okay.” Because if I said anything else that might get me attached and Chaos told me not to. No one told Saberdeen that, though. She kept talking and talking and talking to me all the week long and on Friday she asked if I could come with her to a party. It will be fun, she said, come and see, she said. And I said, no I won’t go with you. That was in my rules. No clubs, no parties, no nothing but chaos and Chaos. “You’re kind of a jerk,...
Once Upon An Autumn Evening
Tracy Sullivan had been waiting in line for her usual, a cranberry scone and the newest autumn drink. This year was a salted caramel latte. Tracy thought about her young daughter at home and threw in chocolate milk and a large, buttery chocolate chip cookie. Just then, her phone started to buzz in her trench coat pocket. She picked it up and looked at the caller's identity, she did recognize the number. Tracy held the phone up hesitantly, a quiet raspy voice came through, a voice that would she thought she would never hear again. "Ms. Sullivan, we know of your dedicated service and your retire...
Of magic, music and mood
Introduction:- Childhood is the most magical period of a person's life . This story is a trip down memory lane into my childhood. I would like to add here that there is difference between imagination and telling lies." when God sends his children to earth he makes sure they don't have to live alone. He www.onedoor.ccarranges for every child to have parents, family and friends. " My grandma used to say that. She was a simple person and I was only seven years old then. I wouldn't have understood the complexities of life . Why some children loose their parents like my little cousin, whose father died before sh...
No Teddy Bears in the Wasteland
*Author’s Note: “No Teddy Bears in the Wasteland” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters and events.*“You’re not giving him a knife for his birthday!”“It’s not like it’s a chainsaw. You’re being overprotective.”Even in the dark Keith could feel his wife’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head, as they lay next to each other in bed. Her silence spoke volumes.“My dad gave me the same knife when I was a kid.”Kelly switched on the bedside lamp, so her husband could see this was no longer pillow talk.“You were sixteen, Gar...