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The Secret Legacy
The Secret Legacy Everyone in our little village in Italy seemed to know my uncle Giuseppe. He was a fantastic, professional chef, but not your run-of-the-mill type of chef. Giuseppe is famous for using secret ingredients in his tasty recipes that make people healthier, look younger and live to a hundred or more. He had a restaurant just a short distance from where my parents live. He is retired now and is nearly ninety.It is thanks to my uncle’s secret recipes that my Mama and Papa are still living. Sure my Papa has minor arthritis, and Mama is a little overweight, but both are i...
The Multiverse and Hash browns
Slouched in his leather sofa, sucking on an ice block, Jimbo Timbo had to break it to his family that he was needed on an inter dimensional, multiverse quest to save reality. They didn’t take it very well. Simon, Jimbo's dad, folded his thick arms while Becky, Jimbo's mum, scratched Jimbo's back with concern. It was all a drag, they always made a fuss about everything.Jimbo had one ear phone in and rocked his head softly to some Guns N’ Roses. His family sat awkwardly on a sofa opposite Jimbo that barely managed to fit the four of them. Sarah, the little demon, swayed her legs against the sofa...
Gang Leader’s Son
“That’s the thing about this city. No police or laws! We get to do whatever we want!” Looking around, Adam quietly backed away from the open window. He had heard enough and had decided that he was going to leave the city. Stepping backwards Adam lost his footing. His arm swung violently trying to grab something but in vain! He fell hard on his back. “Who’s there?” a voice shouted. Curtains opened, and light poured outside. Soon flashlights followed, with heavy footsteps. Panicking, Adam looked around the dark alley. He was trapped with no place to run! Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shirt and...
The Last Days of Zecor: The Party
The Party Small Voices and Grownup Glimpses The limp body of a girl in early adolescence lay supported against the massive roots of a Terqrix tree in the Okruiks Botanical Garden behind the grand palace of Os’aen, home to West Zecor’s ruling family. Her form-fitting red dress and heavy makeup made her appear older than her true age. The glamorous red pumps that matched her dress had been kicked off as she ran. The girl’s hair partially covered hewww.onedoor.ccr distressed face. Spectral hands reached from the ground and gently caressed her shoulders, arms, and legs, subtly repositioning her to make her more...