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Miss Fitt
Miss FittBy Heather Ann Martinwww.onedoor.ccezThey say you should never judge a book by its cover. It is important to look inside. You know that skimming through the jacket is not enough to really know if the book is going to be a waste of time or if it is something you could have read to you frequently. None of us knew what to do when we were told androids were going to be integrated into our communities. We liked knowing that humanity had achieved such an accomplishment. Androids existed. They independently moved around on their own. They were al built stronger than us mere mortals and could handle respon...
NEVER SUBMIT TO THE DARKNESS
Many years ago, I was a young lonely man who loved hiking through the forest because for the fact that I never did like people. I either found them extremely annoying or extremely boring to the point that I would dread waking up and talking to my neighbour, Mrs Hudson. She would always smile like everything was fine in the world and she would always offer to give these cookies. Well, nothing was okay. My girlfriend had just broken up with me. My father had just passed away. I got fired. So, I decided to go into the forest and I came back with a tale that would change me forever.It was a rath...
The Pink City
Raju longed for the days when his beloved city breathed clean, crisp air of the isolated desert. When the tranquility in his neighborhood was so serene that pidgeons cooed and bobbed around the cobbled streets of Jaipur and cows grazed in peace. He remembered relaxing on the old, rickety bench by the fountain in the town’s square, watching birds flutter their wings and sprinkle water everywhere. Exhausted travellers took long naps, under the banyan tree, it’s shade providing relief from the hot, stifling heat of the desert. The skies clear enough to see the stars at night.He remembered his gra...
The Ballad of Gerry Clifford: Another Day in Purgatory
Another Day in Purgatory Ida’s Vampire “Help me! Oh, for God’s sake, somebody help me! There’s a vampire in my room!” It was 4:15 in the morning, and up until that moment, things had been quiet at Candlelight Ridge Care Center. Night nurse Ace Murray, who had dozed while working on his never-ending charting, snapped to attention, banging his knee on the desk as he jerked awake. Security guard Thomas Octavian, who had ducked into the day room for “a wee kip” before starting his last set of rounds, came to with a snort from his uncomfortable position on a loveseat that was far too small to prope...