A cat named Hellspawn_The Value Of A Hoard_A Mysterious Man!!_Garden Flowering, Bamboo Dying
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A cat named Hellspawn
That door had not been there yesterday. Well, she was fairly certain it hadn’t been there yesterday. She’d only moved to the apartment three days ago, and between the move and long hours at work she was sleep-deprived and had barely spent any time at home, but still- she was sure she would have noticed such an oddly placed door in the kitchen. Crammed into a corner next to the refrigerator, it was a reasonable place to put a pantry, except that it was on a wall shared with the adjoining apartment; there wouldn’t be enough room for even the smallest of closets inside. She opened the door and p...
The Value Of A Hoard
He listened from the mountain, from the great plateau that held the entrance to his lair, he listened and heard them in the distance. “Haha! With this we’ll have food and hide to spare!” “Now be careful, if you angle the blade wrong you’ll either gouge the wood or slide off of it and I don’t want you hurting yourself.” “Ooh, when are you going to come out little one? Mama wants to see you.” Each was said with a different voice, whether it was gruff or gentle or encouraging and these were only a bare few, for there were many more. He could hear it in their voicewww.onedoor.ccs, the contentment, the anticipat...
A Mysterious Man!!
One fine morning when I was on my daily walk in my favourite park named "Ranger" I met a strange person who I never seen before! Who came to me and started conversation as if he knows me from years before. I was literally confused and shocked and lots of questions are surrounded in my brain. The time when I came out from my shock he said all his story which I haven't listened in our total work out! But he is very friendly and strange too. His friendly nature dragged me towards him naturally but I felt awkward! I can smell a mysterious power which I can't see with my naked eyes, I thought "may...
Garden Flowering, Bamboo Dying
They stand on stones sunk in dead grass, green moss curling over grey rocks, softly filling in harsh cracks.“Please.” She gestures to the glass sliding door where their reflection stares back at them. He looks at himself, black hair and high cheekbones, six-foot and still in the prime of his life. Always in the prime of his life.“No, dear.” He turns to look at her, white streaks in her hair and lines of laughter around her eyes. She is past her prime, well into sixty. She will never be young again.Her eyes harden. They are the only thing familiar to him now. Black and sharp, he is thankful the...