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My auntie’s bookstore
You must have noticed how the demand for magic has grown these days. Every second one is interested in astrology, every fifth one reads tarot, and every tenth one considers themselves a follower of Norwegian or Druidic paganism.So it is not surprising that so many windows with signs like "Tarot Reader", "Palm Reader", and "Crystal Reader" appeared on the streets. Did you notice? Everyone is a reader! Maybe because everything just starts with reading? It starts with childhood fairy tales that your mother read to you, with a passion for Tolkien's books, and then you find a seedy second-hand ...
City of Chains
Edin took a few sips of his beer, closed his eyes, and tried to enjoy the moment. He was a bit loaded with work past weeks and would soon have a "business meeting" at that tavern. Anyway, he had some time for himself. His hobby was strange and seemed more like a reason to start a good fight. He liked observing people. And due to his unique skills, he could do it even with closed eyes. Even then, he knew what people were talking about at the nearest table, their clothes, their attitude, and whether they were glad to see each other. They were, by the way. It wasn’t just good hearing or attentio...
Trump Tower
Did you know, Trump Tower is 58 stories high? I checked on the way here. I probably should have been thinking about John but the father of a young child, porced and loss of both parents to the pandemic is pretty textbook. Political activism was a fun twist. I did look forward to using that to talk him down. I think it would have worked, but seeing as I've barely opened my car door and he's already ten stories from the roof, I guess we'll never know.I'm pretty good at my job, you know? I've talked over two dozen people down from a, sometimes metaphorical, roof this year. Jumping is actually pre...
Fallen: Encounter
The knight’s fingers ran unsteadily against the cliffside, jostling lightly against its texture, the wild rock almost hostile in its inhospitality. Curious, he threw his gaze to the wall, pausing briefly on his trek to assess it, before sending his eyes out to greet the far horizon. Despite the short while since the knight’s embark, the sun stood high upon it’s zenith, casting a rather gentle glow on the knight’s Perilous Adventure. Though, even in jest……“adventure” seemed a touch overstatedwww.onedoor.cc. The knight returned his gaze to the path before him, continuing up the cliffside, once again recalling...