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The Yarn Merchant
“Speak now,” the sultan’s voice thunders like a thousand waterfalls, “and tell me who you are and what you were doing in my private gardens.”“This story begins many moons ago,” I begin in a sing-song voice, “in a city verwww.onedoor.ccy much like this one. I was younger then and very handsome.” (The sultan and his courtiers gaze at my wrinkled face in disbelief.) “All the girls were in love with me, but I had eyes for only one of them: Fairuza, daughter of Hakim the spice-merchant.” I half-close my eyes as if thinking of her. “She was beautiful,” I continue. “Large, almond eyes... hair the colour of night....
His blur
The briefcase was cold in his hand. It was like the cold that brushed his shoulders as he stepped outside. A cold night, a lucid moon, heaven’s eyes shone in the black as a pine watchful mother surveying her children-the stars. The shades of glasses were like fathomless pits, the empty pits of the moon. It had seen too much. It reflected the ever streams of silver light as he swiftly vanished from her sight. A smudged dark blur. “Order! Order!” The hammer in one fist and the right hand obligingly supporting the plump, lazy slab of a cheek that had collapsed on its knuckles. The day was tedi...
Mysterious Stranger
Trigger warning: Violence I live in a town where the old know the young. Where the kids make up stories of the old man with the creepy house. Where you can't even walk down the street without someone knowing you. Everyone knows you. So when someone new comes to town everybody knows. They were the talk of the town. People rarely come so when he came we knew something was up. This man stayed in our town for one month, and in that one month, he totally destroyed this town. We went from a self-contained, innocent, and happy small town to a dull and bloody town. This town will never be th...
The light
“ You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” “I want to live,” I said to myself one cold night. I had never thought that I was not living until the day I made that vow. A vow that would dictate my choices for the few months I had left.Delete Created with Sketch. When we are young we are never taught how life could be cruel and unfair. How some people are born lucky and others work hard just to succeed by being lucky afterward. How some of us a born with conditions that will never allow us to see the light of the world and how others will forever shine in the light, d...