(Un)wanted Gift_Sean, Jasper and Rian_The Attas_I Can't Abide By The Google
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(Un)wanted Gift
“What would it be?” shouted the tense bartender so I could hear him after I approached the bar.“Do you have something special for tonight?” I raised my voice, while I was quickly scanning through the hand-written drink list hanging on the wall.“Just what’s there,” replied the tall, slim barman and nodded towards the blackboard behind him.“Eh… wait a moment… hmm… One Moscow mule please.” He took a glass from the freezer, put it on the stone slab and reached for the bottle of vodka. I looked around. People of all ages, sizes, shapes, colors and dresses were crammed into this place, chatting danc...
Sean, Jasper and Riwww.onedoor.ccan
“Today is the day I change” I looked for any reaction from my one person audience but Rian barely even moved, her nose remained firmly buried in her book. “Are you even listening to me?” I asked her. “Nope” I deflated a bit but I couldn’t blame her. I had said it over a million times but saying was the easy part. I actually had to do something about it. And that was the difficult part. “You know maybe a little positivity would go a long way. How does anyone expect me to change if my closest friend doesn’t even think I can?” Rian sighed. “Would that make you leave me alone?”I shrugged. She f...
The Attas
The line of Attas marched through the field in the type of silence that seemed to hold much more than choked words. The bright May morning had brought about the perfect weather for the Minims Trials, even if such beauty with paradoxical in light of the ceremonies. Each Minim walked in front of the Mediae assigned to her in a perfect formation that curved its way towards the Testing Grounds stomp by stomp.Atta-Bella dared not look back at her Mediae though she desperately wanted to. Each time her head would so much as tilt to one side, she could feel Atta-Talia's threatening hum rise from behin...
I Can't Abide By The Google
I was kind of dreading this trip. But it was a comment I’d suggested in a casual conversation, and then my grandma seized on it, remembered me saying it, and here we were now, doing it.Sitting in my Honda in her driveway listening to a podcast, I waited for Grandma. Finally, the door to her house swung open and my five-foot-tall granny and her three large bags emerged. She marched over to my open window and swung a large, heavy book at me.“Here, Jenny. Got you something we need. All the updates. No need to thank me now. Just give me a hand with my luggage.”I glanced at the cover. Rand McNally...