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Element Catching
Elsie Nightingale. The daughter of Florence Nightingale. Could she sing? You may ask, well no she cannot sing. Her voice is like a cat's chorus. Her mother disowned her and she was adopted. Her foster parents persuaded her to try new things to take her mind off not being able to sing. She took up element collecting. As a magical elf, she collects the elements of the earth and turns them into beauty products. Her latest one is called an earth face mask, and it is made from earth, infused with magical bubbles and plants, to clear up people's skin. Since she founded the hobby, many magical beings...
Dholiya’s unforgettable party
The lone Dholiya was sitting under the shade of the old banyan tree waiting for the bus to take him to the city. Dholiya, which meant a drummer in the local dialect. He sometimes wondered what his actual name was? He didn’t remember the time when the big “dhol” or drum became a part of his life. He had this vague memory of one of his uncle playing the dhol and later he inherited both the drum, the skill and also the name. It was now more than two decades that he was the professional drummer and most sought after artist.No occasion in and around the village took place without the rhythmic ,foot...
The Twisted Shack
“Hey, hey calm down. We have a lovely little pen for you. There are plenty of other people for you to socialise with.” The figure carefully marched over the second smaller one moving slowly as she was trying hard to get away.“I’d rather be left alone and survive in the real world, stupid Zombie.” “Now that is rude, we www.onedoor.ccprefer to be called alternatively alive. We don’t call you humans, do we?” The larger clearly annoyed. As they marched forwards chattering other voices could be heard. “To be honest I don’t care, I would rather not be eaten by the likes of you, you’re just a disgusting Zombie.” T...
The Devil Job.
The Devil Job.“The Devil made me do it,” sang the Devil to a popular tune as he strode over the earth. He felt powerless as he was loathe to inflict any kind of sanction upon people that already imposed punishment and limitation upon themselves. He didn’t want his job in the first place, but he knew he had to do his stint, it was only fair. But he felt alone in this overpopulated city and world. No doubt the penalty of doing one’s duty under protest. Esprit de corps cannot exist in this solitary Satanic role.There has to be a sadistic streak in someone wanting to impose pain and punishment to ...