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Bay life
She had adopted one of these animals as a pet before. This was her second attempt. They were always at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, becoming available especially when the huge tanks needed restoration or a big cleaning job that could take weeks, if not months. Well-funded inpiduals or private parties who ‘adopted’ sea animals and had proven themselves well-equipped to provide a temporary home, were often called upon to help during these times. During the slow winter months, it was extra nice to have the one-on-one, human-animal connection and companionship when the aquarium was in disarray ...
Flurries in a Winter Wonderland
The snowflakes felt like pellets hitting Alice’s face as she trudged through the snow trying to get home from school. Even Alice’s wool scarf couldn’t keep her warm in this blizzard. Her snow boots left prints in the fresh snow. She could even see some hail in the distance. Alice adjusted her beanie and continued walking. More like trudging. Once Alice got home she hung her soaking wet parka on a hook and walked into the kitchen where her mom was sitting drinking hot cocoa. The smell of freshly baked brownies filled the air. As Alice made her way to the dining table she noticed her mom had a p...
Haymaker
Argu had never been overly fond of public taverns. They were crowded, noisy things that made him anxious; he felt spying eyes were always watching him from hidden corners. Strangers came and went in places like these, some eating, others drinking and a few unconscious with their heads to the tables in front of them. Argu shuddered anwww.onedoor.ccd looked down at his drink, hands cupped around the mug of steaming Yerith brew. Yerith soothed his stomach but always came out piping hot, leaving Argu to stare at it as the steam slowly receded into the cup. He had only finished his first sip when a man, lanky a...
Death Edits
Death Edits“Do you feel as though spirits have been visiting you in your dreams lately? Do you or anyone you know find themselves inexplicably cold even with the thermostat cranked up? Have cups and plates mysteriously been broken even though you had a firm grasp on them?It might not be a ghost, but a haunting of a different sort.” “Ghosts don’t exist...” a skeptical Marilyn Monroe lookalike exclaims.“Depends on what you mean by exist.” I quickly fire back. I pour some water in a cup and look at the dozen or so people in the room. Dusty from all sorts of walks of life. Ghosts of our past linge...