A Witch's Word_Missing Person_A Magnificent Transformation_My Lady Magdalene
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A Witch's Word
Now, Tinny wasn’t a procrastinator; it was Time who was always in a hurry. It was only yesterday when the year had begun, and somehow Time had managed to squeeze a lot more than a day in the twenty-four hours since then. And now Tinny was left playing catch-up.Her own fault that there was even a game to play, really. A resolution list, she had made! As if dreams were docile enough to agree to spend a year confined to the page. But the notion had seemed appealing when Milya told her about it, in Milya’s house exactly a year ago.“Oh, it’s perfectly delightful!” Milya had declared, waving her ar...
Missing Person
You join the crowd gathering near the front of the visitor center. The tour guide is talking, waving his hands wildly, but you can’t make out what he’s saying because of the loud wind roaring on all sides of the group. You turn to the person standing next to you. It is the young couple on their honeymoon. You ask what is going on. They say someone from the tour group is missing. You nod your head in understanding. You think it’s probably the older couple from Taiwan. They are always late, shuffling slowly to the bus minutes after the agreed-upon time everyone was supposed to be back on the bus...
A Magnificent Transformation
“I’m a mermaid”, I say, looking him in the eyes. “A mermaid? As in a mythological creature? As in a girl with a fishtail? As in something that’s not real and doesn’t exist?”, he fires at me. “Yes”, I say back to him. Silence takes over. I look at his face, trying to figwww.onedoor.ccure out what he’s thinking right now. “You? A mermaid?”, he says before he bursts out laughing. “That’s a good one. I almost believed you there.” “But Chad, it’s true. I really am a mermaid”, I say, kind of frustrated as I take off my bracelet and wait for a few seconds. Suddenly, I fall to the ground because my legs have disapp...
My Lady Magdalene
The gravel crunches underfoot as you make your way up the drive. The sky overhead is overcast, with little ladders of light descending from the heavens. It smells like rain.You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late. A doorman approaches as you carefully store your time-piece in your purse. It was a gift from your grandmother, and you're loathe to tarnish it. Besides, your brother would give you hell if you chipped this piece of memory.The doorman gives you a stern look. "Lady Ardenwall. You're late."Playfully, you tap him on the shoulder with your fan. ...