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Find my Way Home
Ultraman slammed him down on the building again. The beating was legendary; he deserved it, to be honest. The Gnome had taken his mother hostage and Ultraman pounded him like he’d killed her.The most lethal gadgets of the diminutive villain strewn about the top of the Daily Crier, the Gnome was down to two tricks: A rock that he was told could possibly kill Ultraman, or the button.The button, a portal creation device the Gnome had recently built, sat relatively untested on his chest, and though several times he could’ve used it, he was scared to. Truthfully the Gnome had no idea where it would...
The Cost of One
I lived with my parents in a trailer park outside of Winnipeg, Manitoba, in the prairies of Canada. Both of them were clairvoyant -their memories dipped into the past and the future- which was quite rare. It’s one thing to be able to see the future but to find and marry someone else who could do the same seldom happened. My parents ran a small restaurant on the side of a busy highway. Eventually, the health inspector was called to shut it down. He was a fat man with short grey hair. “Sorry to have to do this,” he said in an unapologetic tone, “but we’ve received too many complaints not to!” T...
Unique Egg
“Unique Egg”By Carol Ann Keefer “It’s mine!” Sissy exclaimed“No., I want it!” Suzie said The attic was dusty with a thick layer of dirt covering the once well-kept room that their grandmother had always kept neat and tidy. Furniture, scattered about, piles of clothes toss aside as Sissy and her younger sister Suzie opened a cedar chest. Buried in between the blankets and quits was an odd wooded box, holding it up in the dimly lit room. The craftsmanship was exquisite, to the smallest of detail, one could tell simply by looking at this box was worth money. Suzie excitedly ran off with the...
Skeleton Book
She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. From her glittering heels www.onedoor.ccto her heart-shaped, dark-featured face, she simply seemed way too perfect for this imperfect world. Maybe that's why she did what she did. She just couldn't stand to be here anymore, and I get that. I can't stand to be here either. Especially when I know that it could've been my fault. I knew I recognized her from somewhere. She looked so familiar. Her dress, navy blue like the night, was adorned with a golden leafy pattern. And her hair, her waterfall of rich chocolate curls, cascaded all the way down to h...