Murder Most Fowl_Aboulomania_Hotel Slippers_Amon the Legend
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Murder Most Fowl
Murder Most Fowl—George DavisHenry Hawk pointed his wing at Carol Cluck who, in turn, pointed to Henrietta Henderson. “She, Carol Cluck, murdered young Charlie Chick that was still in his mother’s shell,” Henry Hawk shouted. “I saw her do it. I am a witness.” “Wait just a minute,” Humpty Dumpty said. “I am the judge here, Mr. Hawk, and you will wait until you have been called, to speak.” “I’m sorry, Your Honor. Even so, I saw her do it.” “One more word from you, and I’ll hold you in contempt. Do you understand, Mr. Hawk?” “Yes, Your Honor, but…” “Not one more word do I want to hear from you. N...
Aboulomania
(Content Warning: violence, and a lot of insanity)I can’t believe I’m finally ready to tell Doctor Regal my deepest darkest secret. I tap my toes impatiently inside my brown Kingston shoes and twiddle my fingers. Maybe I should have gone with the black ones instead. I think they would have matched my brown skirt a lot better. My belt is black, so black shoes would have been the better choice. Why did I choose the brown shoes? Damn this indecisiveness! I’ll just have to accept the fact that I look tacky today. At least my shirt is perfect. It’s a wrinkle-resistant white dress shirt, that just g...
Hotel Slippers
I slip into the hotel robe, feeling the soft material brush against my shoulders, allowing the relaxation to wash over me like a wave. Who says spa days aren’t for men?The therapist has left the room, leaving me to dress myself. I fumble my feet awkwardly into the oversized slippers and head for the door.Which way was the pool again? A quick look left and right. A long corridor leads back to the changing rooms and reception where I entered. I head in the other direction, reckoning that as I didn’t see a pool on the way down here, it must be somewhere down here. I come across a flight of stairs...
Amon the Legend
It was raining that night. The smoggy gray sky thundered and bellowed with a fury, soaking all those unfortunate enough to find themselves void of shelter and alone. Filth had embedded itself in our clothing; remnants of blood were stained on our faces, yet as the skies continued on with its melancholic display, we laughed uncontrwww.onedoor.ccollably. You see, he always spoke of destiny—his personal legend. A calling that led him right to a miracle in the form of a seed. One that would grow to become the tree of life. I’d never heard of such a story before, but it had led us to that glorious moment in the...