Sophie and the Seagull_Theif_Lady Brigsbury's Secrets_Night at the Library
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Sophie and the Seagull
Yesterday, Sophie’s fussy and overbearing mother left her at the train station, pressing a Hershey bar and an orange into her palm. The chocolate was an extravagant treat 100 years ago, even among the well-to-do. She wished her daughter well and walked with her to the platform to board the train heading north, promising to be waiting for her in this very spot one week from today. Sophie couldn’t remember a time in her young life when she had ever defied her parents, but this time she decided she had to grab the opportunity to prove to her overprotective family that she was strong and capable, ...
Theif
Dellin melted out of the wall. “Finally,” He thought, “I was starting to think that they would never leave.” The room that he found himself in was huge. All around him, giant shelves rose up towards the high ceiling were thick wooden rafters held up the structure. Over the shelves in front of him he could see the balcony of the second floor. Or maybe balcony wasn’t quite the right word, since walls of metal shelves went from the floor of the second floor up to the ceiling, blocking it from sight completely. “You need to be more patient Dell,” Gem replied, “Honestly, if you had been wrong abou...
Lady Brigsbury's Secrets
It wasn't everytime she got the prompt. Things like this did not happen that often. But this time it did. It had begin just like any other day. Lily woke up to the sound of the familiar chirping of birds outside her window and the rays of sunlight coming through. It was one of the reasons she had wanted a light curtain. These little things meant a lot to her and helped brighten her otherwise rather monotonouss mornings. This morning hadn't seemed any different from the others. Getting up, she proceeded to go about the daily routine of getting cleaned and dressed for the day. It was still rel...
Night at the Library
She flicked the lights. Off, on. Off, on. It was the signal, like a bit of morse code for the patrons. Time to leave. Unhurriedly, the patrons packed the belongings they had spread across tablwww.onedoor.cces and desks. They tucked away snack wrappers that they weren’t supposed to have in the library at all, doing so as discreetly as one can with a crinkly noise maker, crumbs falling on the way and so leaving traces of their minor infractions. They unplugged their electronics, wrapping the cords of their headphones and sliding them into backpacks and bags.Something about closing time made the patrons noisy...