The Bringer of Stories_A Tale of Two Riches_Who Would want to Meet Them?_To The Elderly Gentleman Wh
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The Bringer of Stories
The Bringer of StoriesMatilda walked slowly along the main street. She was tired after a long day at school and browsed in the shop windows on her way back home. There was not much to get excited about, she knew them all and they always looked the same to her. Today she felt sad. The results from the latest math’s test were not good and she knew her parents would not be happy. It did not help how hard she tried, her marks never seemed to improve. When she came to the corner, she saw an old bus parked by the curb. It was painted in bright colors and there were kangaroos, koalas, cockatoos, pos...
A Tale of Two Riches
“Who’s there?” I hear the soft jingling of my precious coins cascade down my mounds of treasure. While my hoard calls to greedy humans, it also warns me when someone is attempting to take it for their own.“My name is Edna Aevness, the fiery red dragon of the mountain.” I try my best to put on my ‘all powerful dragon voice’, after all my name is Edna, but I worry my ‘all powerful dragon voice’ is lacking as of late. It has been so long since I have had an uninvited guest. “Leave now while you can, you frail and vile creature. You stand no chance againwww.onedoor.ccst my dragon’s fire.”Do I remember how to us...
Who Would want to Meet Them?
"I'm just nervous Terry, is that OK for you? Everything fine and dandy?" "Well yeah, but there's no need to be a dick about... jesus." "I have to be a dick though, cos' otherwise nothing gets through to you Terry, that's the fucking problem, you can be so anal about shit." "Sorry John, you know I only do it to try and help you out, I don't mean anything by it, I just know you can do better, you were made for this Tel." "Ok, well yeah, but sometimes you just need to chill out a bit." "So going forward, I just...shut up or...?" "No, well, you can say whatever you want, just the tone, and like gi...
To The Elderly Gentleman Who Flew From Florida to BWI on March 7th
So, what’s the catch? I only wrote this story because I had no other address to reach him. I don’t know his name. I know only that he was the most comforting seat neighbor, kind conversationalist, humble accomplishment, and caring husband. He told me these things without saying a word.He was a sizable man, wedged between his wife and I. His glassy blue eyes acknowledged my presence, when I requested the seat beside him, and assured his wife that I, the scrawny nineteen-yr-old girl with a navy-blue computer bag and oil painting that barely passed security, would be no harm. It was a dismissive ...