A GHOST STORY_The Cat Lady in the Yellow House_Worst Toy Ever_The Tulips In The Garden
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A GHOST STORY
He was no ordinary joe. He was a professor with a doctorate in psychology and had presided over many international conferences in India as well as abroad. An authority on ghosts, he had written books about them. In the consultancy in his home that morning, he got www.onedoor.cca call and answered “Yes. I’m Prof.Jo.” The caller said “I’m Col.Hardy retired from the Indian army. I want to consult you regarding a house I’ve inherited. It’s said to be ghost ridden.” Jo said “I’m interested. I suppose you know my address. Do drop in and we could discuss.” The date and time for a meeting were fixed. Col Hardy ar...
The Cat Lady in the Yellow House
Jeanette was already late for her shift at the Giant Killer Coffee House when she spotted the stray. It was grey calico sniffing the snow beside the plowed sidewalk. It gave a cry to her. Jeanette squatted, balancing herself and her over loaded knapsack. She made kissing noises and took off her mittens to offer the back of her hand for a sniff. The stray approached. “Hey, Dusty. Are you Dusty? Is that your name?” she asked. Of course, it probably wasn’t her name, but it was somewhere to start a friendship with. She dug in her backpack and found a cat treat in the bottom under her books. ...
Worst Toy Ever
The townspeople fled in terror. Their homes ablaze like hell incarnate, their fellow men and neighbors slaughtered, king skinned and beheaded - in that order - there was not a drop of defiance or bravery left. They all scrambled for their lives before the Dark Prince’s destruction. “Flee, pathetic insects,” bellowed Merciless, the Dark Prince. “Flee and spread the word of my great power!” His mighty form loomed over the mortal town like a monolith of doom; a crown of lightning adorning his head, a shroud of dying clouds his cloak, fear, and despair his armor. Merciless was a demi-god, an heir...
The Tulips In The Garden
Every spring there comes a time when the flowers of my garden bloom. They adorn the green, grassy, landscape with a rainbow of beauty in all shapes and sizes. The yellow tulips are my favorite. I care for them for months on end, washing their delicate petals, and cleaning their fragile stems. Their beauty can only be obtained one day of every year. When it is time for me to sit and have a spot of tea with an old friend. Yellow was her favorite color and the warm soil reminds me of her once beating heart when it slips through my fingers. What a tragic day it was when she left this earth, a day ...