The Most Worthy_Gratitude versus Court Martial_Who Done It?_Seeing
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The Most Worthy
Pricilla shook her scales and stretched her long, jagged tail until the tip scratched the earthen wall. She yawned, flexing her claws into a pile of gleaming gold coins. As the morning sun poured through a small crack in her cave, Pricilla took stock of her surroundings. www.onedoor.cc It was a hoard to make any rival dragon green with envy. In one corner were various golden plates, goblets, and eating utensils. Another corner housed jewelry: necklaces, earrings, and crowns of indignant, but otherwise delicious, kings. Towards the mouth of the cave, almost spilling out into the sunshine, was an assortment ...
Gratitude versus Court Martial
Rocky wasn't too sure what to do at that juncture when all of a sudden the full speed running express train he was travelling in stopped with a big thud in the middle of the Lacandon Jungle and through both the entrances of his compartment a large number of cops fully equipped with automatic guns rushed in. He was sitting right in the middle of the compartment and could smell easily something was badly wrong. He was in a sort of a fix at that moment. The situation presented him with a dilemma whether to take out his automatic revolver from the holster and use it or not. He was really unsure wh...
Who Done It?
A Brand New Red and Blue Book in the stacks of a local library has only one hour left to live.I live high in these dusty library stacks. I do not know my author. I only know I am a self published book. I doubt any of our Dear Patrons have even tried to crack my binding in humble curiosity of the words inside my pages.There has been a lot of grumbling among the books in these high stacks. The Pages (teen library employees that shelve new and older books) have not dusted any of us in ages. We, the books, have feelings too. The head librarian spent one quick hour registering me, as a New Book and...
Seeing
I used to see the good in people. That was before the books started changing... --- My family owned a small bookstore in our village. Everyone loved reading storybooks from it, and we made good money. Parents would ask children what they wanted for holidays, and they always answered with 'Books' before stuffing their face in a new one. You might be wondering how we got those books. Good question. Well, every day, from an unknown person, books started appearing in our shelves. The odd thing was, it was books on kids from our village. And once the books put your name in it, you were never seen a...