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Maev and the Search for Power
Maev let out a sigh. Magic was simple. She knew the correct sequencing, conjugations and permutations. She prided herself on having the appropriate level of intonations and movements from wand-craft to reading spell books and even advanced arts with a staff. All were child's play to her. But what she couldn’t do was cast a spell. Nothing. Not one iota of a spell that would help her pass her eleven plus exams allowing her to be on the mage path. A movement to her left caused her to look over. A cat had found its way onto her windowsill. It paced back and forth before sitting down and starin...
stop, drop, flip
The coin flipped through the air spinning as it reached its arc, Thomas watched it peak and for a moment, he felt it stop completely before changing direction and descending. He caught it in his right palm and swiftly closed his right palm over the back of his hand. He took a deep breath before unveiling his hand, the coin showed tail. “shit” he whispered. Time resumed from its momentary pause; Thomas leaped backward swiftly dodging the punch coming from the large man in front of him. Thewww.onedoor.cc man stood 6 feet 4 inches, weighed 240 pounds, made of pure muscle. With hands big enough to cover the ave...
It was all Gravy
It was all Gravy The cat squeezed through the opening in the window which was just wide enough for his fluffy gray body to fit through. This was his usual nightly routine after he’d spent the day galivanting around the city, wandering from place to place searching for handouts. But this place was a sure bet. There was always a warm bowl of gourmet cat food waiting on the pristine countertop for him. Just as expected, the bowl sat in its usual spot. The scent of salmon called out to him. He glanced about the room looking for the old woman that took such good care of him, but there was no sign o...
Rescue
“Look - there! Do you see it?” I turn away from the window, moving towards the storage closet. My husband glances outside. A wildly flaring and flickering group of red lights is the only color in a sea of black punctuated by thick specks of white. “Yes, I see it,” he acknowledges. “But Sonya, you can’t go out in that, it's too dangerous. You could get lost. You could freeze!” He moves restlessly towards the radio. “Maybe we can call for help.”I start stuffing my limbs into my outerwear. “We’re miles from anything out here. I can’t wait for help. They could be dying out there.” Those lights lo...