If An Android Could Whistle_The Re-encounter_The Man With Many Hats Whose Head Was Still Cold_Kiss-
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If An Android Could Whistle
The day I was born, he handed me a script.He said—Read this.So I did.The script was very good. Nice pacing. Fleshed out characters. Flesh was something I wasn’t aware of at the time, but I felt a real investment in the words in front of me. The world that I was creating within the wires of my mind.And it never occurred to me that it was made up. Fictional. Imagined. I thoughwww.onedoor.cct I was reading about real people. When I got to the end of the script, I asked if I could meet them. These people who had just received an hour and a half of my new life. He told me that the people in the script o...
The Re-encounter
He sat next to her enroute Spain. He was recently admitted for his undergraduate studies. She was travelling to visit an aunt. He greeted her and started up a conversation, something at which he was good at. She just took a first look at him when she replied to his greeting and that was all. Though she answered him in monosyllables, he wasn’t any bothered. After a while, he slept off. By the time he woke up, it was morning. The pilot announced the time of landing. It was only one hour left. “Hello! Good morning.” “Oh! Good morning.” “How was the night sleep?” “It was nice and good. At least I ...
The Man With Many Hats Whose Head Was Still Cold
Dylan was going through the mail one day after getting home from work and he saw a letter from a local magician, offering to do children's birthday parties.He'd been wondering what to do for their son's upcoming party, and the idea intrigued him - right up until he saw the cost.$200 for one hour!Wow! That was a lot of money to spend on top of the presents and the food and drink for the party.And then it struck him. Why not do a magic show himself?He had no idea where to start, but he was sure he’d seen a shop in town that sold tricks. Pleased with himself at the thought of saving a bit of mone...
Kiss-Off Pie
Her eyes adjusted to the dark room. Janice looked at the clock. Eleven thirty-seven. There was another knock at the door. Jason was already out of bed and pulling on his blue robe. It hadn’t been an angry knock. She was sure of that.“Stay here,” he said quietly.Janice sighed and listened intently. She could just make out Jason’s footfalls as he padded down the carpeted stairs. She heard him open the door. There were muffled voices.She frowned and slid her feet into her pink slippers as she got out of bed.“Janice! Go check on Laura now!” Jason called from the bottom of the stairs.Janice snatche...