Onwards, Towards the Witch_For the Love of Snow_Trading Five Bullets_Glory
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Onwards, Towards the Witch
I see you, child.The words slithered into her brain, as if they were her own thoughts. The world flashed a momentary red. And then they came again.I see you, child.Monika’s eyes snapped open, immediately awake. “Who’s there?” she demanded of the darkness, leaping the chasm from sleep to awareness in an instant. “Who speaks?”There was no response.“Answer me!”The silence was stifling and somehow mocking. Monika could feel the very air vibrating with tinkling laughter. Had she imagined it? Conjured up the voice out of nothingness? Had she finally gone mad? Was this it, was she now standing before...
For the Love of Snow
The giant flakes continued to fall without any sign of letting up. Why people always go on and on about loving snow I’ll never understand. I bet those people have never been snowed in for a week straight hoping their food held out. If it were up to me I would’ve moved us south years ago, but Lily loved the snow.She was lying on the couch wrapped up in layers of blankets staring out of the bay windows at the blizzard. One hand was poking out of the blankets holding a scrap piece of paper, that I could see her eyes steal glances toward. She was looking miserable; she usually enjoyed these days.“...
Trading Five Bullets
Like wolves howling, the chorused voices of oo-way oh-way oo-way oh-way floated into the sky. The notes were partners with the dancers aswww.onedoor.cc they stomped left and right, left, left and right. The drumbeats matched the dancers and rumbled the dust with a bada-bada-bum bada- bum bada-bum. Both feet and drumsticks kicked up the dry dust with every vibration, adding to their call for rain. “Come dance, Black Cloud,” coaxed the elders. “Call to Mother Nature. Add your feet to the rhythm.” She would not. Black Cloud was mourning their loss to the white man. Their tribe had moved earlier ...
Glory
“Why are you here? Did I not tell you to get lost for at least a month if you valued your job?” William jumped up and shouted at Steven, his associate whom he had almost fired yesterday. “No.” Steven looked hard into William’s beady eyes flooded by the rivulets of sweat that characterized his chubby boss. “Why should I leave my own office?” Steven said again, now with a smirk and then handed out an envelop.“In that letter, you will find that you are on vacation… permanently.” Steven enunciated the last words slowly.William quickly opened the letter while still looking at Steven, bitter hatred...