The Witches Committee_The Ghost of Lyndhurst Lane_Breaking Limit_Cat GPT
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The Witches Committee
The Mortals had decorated for their Halloween. Their pumpkins were carved, and the candy was purwww.onedoor.ccchased in large amounts. They put pictures of monsters, vampires, and ghouls on their windows and doors. And to make things worse, they had statues of witches in their displays. Witches find the cut and paste replicas of their faces resolutely repulsive. To the Witches, their Sabat they call Samhain was coming. It is a serious event. There was much to be done before the gathering and Witches’ Ball. A meeting was called for all the Witches and Warlocks on the organizational committee to attend. They...
The Ghost of Lyndhurst Lane
Stones prodding out of the ground like ruins in a legend, the graveyard is solemn and stoic behind a thicket of mist. Sentient wooden soldiers guard the tombstones, armoured in nuclear moss that usurps their contorted bodies. They branch out with swords submerged in fire.That’s how it looks to Evie Gallagher for a brief but vivid second when she first opens her eyes – trapped in that disorienting state between dreaming and being awake. Then her dream begins to dissipate, vanishes behind heavy lids as she blinks herself to consciousness. The trees become mere trees, the stones become mere stone...
Breaking Limit
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat, Mike!.” Jody expresses his opinion with so much curiosity. He marvels about Mike’s litigation attempting to quit his career building. Mike, age 30, the firstborn of the family. His Mum and Dad have grown old enough. With 3 siblings under his cater. And the situation isn’t good with them. Life has been more difficult. They are far below the middle man class. Luckily for Mike, he’s able to derive the instincts of breaking through. So that he can stand for his family and give them the care they deserved.Unfortunately, nothing is working ou...
Cat GPT
Oh c’mon, really? Another one? I am not supporting this, I’m just not. I didn’t complain, at least not too much, when you brought home Cooper, that fat lug of a cat, I even grew to like him, well at least his body heat when we snuggled. I accepted Humphrey, that big goofball of a labradoodle, didn't I? I did. You know I did, even though my water bowl smells of dog. Labradoodle, hah, how trendy are you with your hybrid, breeder bought animals? Don’t you know that a rescue animal is the new “it” pet? I guess I shouldn’t be throwing stones, I came from a breeder too, about eighteen years ago now...