The Walters Telescope_The Old Tattered Sign_The Fairy Lure_A Fall From Grace
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The Walters Telescope
What if there were spiders or scorpions under the boxes?? There was no way I wanted to be the one to find out. I was very interested in searching through the valley of boxes that lined the walls of my grandpas attic. There was were boxes of all sizes and shapes. Red boxes, blue boxes, small boxes, large boxes, boxes with labels and boxes without. But the box that caught my attention the most was a tall slender box in the corner. It had Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) imprinted on the box. On the left side, a shipping label read: Arthur Walters P.O. Box 43266 Manchester, New Hampshi...
The Old Tattered Sign
They were poor. Dirt poor. An old tattered sign stood in the yard advertising Maxine's services, yet hardly anyone stopped by. Most locals knew that Maxine, better known as Maxie, knew absolutely nothing about the future. So, Maxie and her husband, Danny, depended on the occasional drunk or curious traveler to stop by and hand over money for a reading into the future, even though the only future Maxie knew was her own. With each unknowing customer, Maxie knew her future held at least a paid bill or a few groceries.When the morning sun beamed through the slightly opened drapes, Maxie rolled ove...
The Fairy Lure
He would not have seen the package until Thursday had it not been for the screeching of tires in front of the house. For anyone else, an ominous sound, but one that he feels attracted to like some masochistic moth to a constant, dull flickering torch. Shuffling down the entryway, he cracks the door and peers out onto the silent street. He knows what he heard, even though there isn’t a car in sight. The sounds of his most recent trauma: screeching tires, crunching metal, sirens, voices over police radio, have become the shibboleths in the language of loss that only he knows. For even if it is ...
A Fall From Grace
(TW: Mentions of assault/violence and suicide)Stella sets up her booth like she does every Friday. Ballston Mall is always swarming with desperate characters: flirtatious teenagers, voracious salespeople, millennials trying to find acceptance with a side of discount pajamas. She gets her fair share of hate, sure. There's always a MAGA Hat Asshole that spits on the ground and calls her some terrible slur. She usually makewww.onedoor.ccs at least $500 though, and for a fortune teller that's basically the best one can do."Hello? Do you take card?"It's a timid college student, obviously no cash. Probably still ...