The Miraculous Day_Message From The City_Master Richard Alpin_The commute
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The Miraculous Day
Tired, Tommy sat in his living room, finally home after the daily grind. Spending www.onedoor.ccit either in his cubicle, or floating around addressing computer related issues, he is an IT guy, and all the glamour that comes with it.As he sorted through his mail, he found a postcard with a picture of his old school mixed in with the envelopes. Studying it, he felt many memories come flooding back. He and his friends hanging out in the parking lot, playing baseball, and then the days he would spend talking with Lorelei in the library. Lorelei. Wow, he hadn't thought about her in years! Thinking back, he ...
Message From The City
Neri has only been in this city for two months and she has grown to hate it with a passion. Ever since she inherited her grandfather's estate, she's been rebuilding, repainting, refurnishing, and tidying up thanks to the money inheritance that came with it. It was her best friend Iki's idea to turn into the Calloway Manor, a local B&B with horse riding lessons and trails. But the city that came with it was more than she could handle. Everywhere she turned, she always seemed to catch a downpour that she swore was aiming for her. Iki was convinced that Neri was homesick but she knew better. She ...
Master Richard Alpin
"Ah, yes. Master, Richard Alpin. He was quite the character." I took a long breath as I slowly started to turn the page. "You mean- you knew him?" one of the children piped up, clearly very excited about the possibility that I might've once known this extraordinary man. "Well of course I knew him!" I chuckled. I watched as the child's eyes widened.I smiled, and focused my attention to the book. "This, here, is Alpin," I said, and turned the book to face the children, pointing at a beautifully illustrated picture of a man with a very long, white beard and a set of very visible elvish ears. "He ...
The commute
Just like every week day of the past 30 years Eric has stood at the platform anxiously checking his watch. When he heard the roar and ding of the doors opening he hoped with every aching swollen joint that he would be seated during the hour commute. Eric stood trying to stretch the kinks out of his back and hold on to the handle at the same time. He was grateful to be taller than most as his nose was not forced into another armpit, or inhaling cologne splashed upon someones neck that soap has clearly not touched in far too long. What kept him somewhat sane during the commute was not helping bu...