The unavoidable reunion_Interview With the Dragon_The Weirdest Washing Machine._White Circles on Dar
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The unavoidable reunion
Three men, decide to organise a trip to Europe, neither one of them had ever embarked on travelling outside the u k; the furthest one of them had travelled was London. They all lived sheltered lives, but none knew that the other shared a hidden secret that their folks knew nothing of.In their late 20's, and still living at home, all three worked for the same company, in one of the local packing warehouses, they never mingled with other folks within the warehouse, and were always seen every day taking tea-breaks and lunches or just strolling outside - others were wiry of them and later left the...
Interview With the Dragon
The makeup man applied a new layer of lipstick and some powder to the woman’s face while one of the tech people handed her a microphone. The two stepped away, out of range of the camera crew, leaving the woman to face the camera alone.“Good evening, everybody,” she spoke into the microphone. “My name is Gloria Smitherigh, and I am about to knock on the door of tonight’s very special interviewee, Mr. C. Robert Dudleigh. Mr. Dudleigh is the sole surviving member of the Dragon Battalion that fought, some would say, terrorized the kingdom fifty years ago during the War of Rebellion.”Gloria walked ...
The Weirdest Washing Machine.
Alan Keyes woke up and moaned. It was the same dreary Saturday routine. His head was throbbing and pounding, his mouth was dry, his whole stomach was nearly heaving again. Last night at the bar was now a mystery, a fog of drinking and laughing at unfunny, dirty jokes. Great fellows, his friends. They had cheered at sport on a large screen, until the vision blurred. Alan peered through his smeary bedroom window at his beloved wheels. Yes, he had hit something last night. Now there was yet another small dent. He shrugged. Alan had followed in his late father's footsteps, right to the bottle shop...
White Circles on Dark Stone
I suck in a deep breath as I dig my talons into the dark stone of my choir. The gills at my neck wiggle, trying to gain as much oxygen from the waves as I can before I am forced to use my mouth and nose for breathing. I’ve never done iwww.onedoor.cct before, and a part of me worries that I won’t know how. Pearl-digger clicks beside me. Hurry up. I whistle and clack my teeth. Give me a second; I just need to prepare. Ranger, my director, hisses. Circle-carver, if you cannot get onto your rock, I will choose someone else to sing your solo today.No! I tense and begin to climb the pitch rock, stabbing the croo...