The Obsidian Queen_Adventures in Paradise_Thread of Destiny_Hestor's Magic Cottage
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The Obsidian Queen
When I tell people, I don’t remember anything before 21, I get a handful of responses. “Oh, you poor thing,” an older woman would say. Her hand is on my shoulder or my arm and she’s looking at me with sorrowful eyes. In her eyes, I have become her daughter or her granddaughter and she will treat me as if I’m her own. The former frat boy laughs it off. Says he doesn’t remember anything before 21 either. He lost his memories to parties and underage drinking. Most people think it’s trauma. My brain is protecting me by making me forget whatever happened. I don’t know for sure, but I know this. ...
Adventures in Paradise
Wow. This place is amazing, Josh thought as he sat on the deck of his cabin looking out over a verdant meadow sprinkled with wildflowers. A small herd of four deer grazed at the edge of the meadow. Josh sipped his coffee. A perfect way to start the day, he thought. His wife Suzy sat beside him. Yes it is, she thought. Neither had spoken, yet each knew what the other thought.How about we go up to the lake for a swim? Josh thought. Sounds good to me, Suzy replied. She liked being able to read Josh’s mind, well sometimes she did.They finished their coffee. Josh felt hungry. A bowl of Toasted Oat...
Threadwww.onedoor.cc of Destiny
Thread of DestinyI have always hated elevators. It goes without saying really that being suspended in a metal box in an open shaft gave me a distinct feeling of vertigo whenever I was inclined by social pressure to ride in the death traps. I hated the feeling of that little jerk right at the beginning when the cab first started to move and then the counting beeps that signified just how fast the floors were passing by. I hated the little bounce whenever someone got on or off. I hated the way the doors closed and gave that little warning to stand clear. And I hated the stuffy paneling and the l...
Hestor's Magic Cottage
The inside of Hestor’s Magic Cottage was warm, due to the fire burning in the fireplace on the far end of the room, but outside was a very different story. It was winter in the Farlands, which meant it was bitterly cold everywhere except near a fire. Snow was falling, adding to the usual fog, so any poor inpidual who happened to be outdoors wouldn’t be able to see their hand in front of their face. Hestor was sitting on his favorite armchair, comfortable as could be, and drinking a warm mug of cherry cream he had just finished making. All four of the magical doors were shut and locked, and the...