Ring_The Hungry Heist_The Mind's Eye_Pinocchio
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Ring
Gene never thought he would see his engagement ring again. Nested diamond, traces of blue, with smaller gems embedded in pots along the helix band. It was just as beautiful as it had been back in July - the last time he’d seen it - before he’d had to move out. Tegan said it must have gotten dropped somewhere. But there it was, he saw the picture, it was on her hand - which was now intertwined with her lover’s.They had been so perfect together, so broken together, but so perfect.Tegan was always going on and on about her alien fingers - fingers he adored, fingers he craved, fingers he now...
The Hungry Heist
A note to the reader: This is a work of fiction. Any real persons mentioned have been placed in a fictional context and reflect no actual or true events. There is graphic content, but only for the specific goal of bringing awareness to social justice issues. Enjoy!***Why they called me, I have no idea... But, hey, I was always grateful and honored to receive! Humbly, I accepted the job... Another non-violent crime, and another—thank God—non-violent approach to solving it...I’m Bill Watson, if you didn’t know, but on the streets at night they call me “The Forgiver.” My work started way ba...
The Mind's Eye
The Mind’s EyeBy Hannah GatesThe moist heat clung to the air like saturated cotton wool. The clouds of pewter grey loomed ominously as they devoured what was left of the baby blue sky. I checked for the tickets, still there in a sweaty pocket, and handed Jimmy a hurried sandwich, a late lunch as we had not anticipated the traffic. Jams had been caused by an accident with an overturned, roadside coconut stall.“Where did my shadow go, Mum?” asked Jimmy, his five-year-old voice struggling to climb the crowded, stifling air. Looking down, my eyes searched for a shadow that had been absorbed by the...
Pinocchio
There once was a man who couldwww.onedoor.cc tell no lies. Well, he could tell lies, just like the rest of us, and he was quite good at it, just like the rest of us, but every lie changed him. You see, he was born this way. His mother was a stock clerk and his father a gambler and a drunk, and with parents like that you’re not bound for much in this world. He was raised poor, his father not around and his mother working her hardest just to put food on the table and keep up on the rent. He often spent nights alone as his mother was working, just watching the small tv they had in the living room, envisioni...