Kiara's Light_A PREMONITION & A PROMISE_The Fair That Never Ends_Lying In His Grave

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Kiara's Light

A PREMONITION & A PROMISE

The Fair That Never Ends

Lying In His Grave

Kiara's Light

Kiara’s Light                                               by Anita JohnsonKiara heard the familiar sound of the door closing. A jingle from the bell that stood ready to alert everyone of its opening. Then the series of swipes and clicks that sealed the multiple locks that kept her from the sun. She began her daily tries to lift the locked blinds. Only a trickle of light was allowed to slide in from the afternoon sun. She quickly gave up and resigned herself to another sunless day in the quiet, empty cabin. She no longer remembered where the cabin was located. Aware of the need to start her ...ZiSone door

A PREMONITION & A PROMISE

‘A PREMONITION & A PROMISE’ By Kaitlynn Flint 6/15/21 “Do you know why you’re here, Miss Creech?” The young woman sat crossed-legged on the cold fold-up chair, glaring at the chubby man who sat across the table. She cocked her head sideways, her bangs falling over her eyes.“Yes.” May Creech licked her lips. “You think Iwww.onedoor.cc’m crazy.”The psychologist pressed his lips together and sighed. “We don’t like to use that word here, Miss Creech.”“But I’m still right. You think I’ve lost my mind,” she whispered. “And, maybe I have. But I know that if I did, I lost it in this evil place--...ZiSone door

The Fair That Never Ends

                   The Fair That Never EndsWritten By: William Waxman and Leila ZelmanChapter 1“Molly!” Mom says. “What!” I scream. “Come down here to eat breakfast and then we have to go to the Spring fair!” “Oh fine,” I say, as I walk down the brown wooden stairs. I hear my brother, Jake start yapping about his basketball game yesterday and how his friend Luke made the last shot to win the game. Finally, after we have our last bites of our scrambled egg, we get on our way to Miami for the spring fair. I can’t believe we are going this year, because in the past few years we have sadly had hur...ZiSone door

Lying In His Grave

Lying In His Grave  Michael Goodwin Phinneas Armstrong was a liar. Phinneas Armstrong was not even his name, truth be told. He had decided one day that his given name lacked the flair to which he was entitled. He therefore concocted a drawn out, contrived tale about winning the name in a card game in a faraway land. The townsfolk naturally believed him, for who would lie about their name? Phinneas Armstrong would, for Phinneas Armstrong was a liar.  A liar not simply in demeanor nor action, Phinneas was a liar in all things. He lied for profit. He lied for fun. He lied when he stood to gain no...ZiSone door