Doors of Fate_Lost at the Festival of Madness_The Nineteen Visions of Paola_Once A Saint
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Doors of Fate
The white door or the black one? She asked herself and wondered if it were some sort of trick, the fact that Ludwig Ray had gotten her to do this in the first place was a trick on its own. She never knew how crafty the man or should she say man-child was whenever he found the time of day. Of course she was already aware of this trick of his but she took the invite anyway and usually when it came to their friendship; that was that. If arguments arose from it often came from her and often she won. Today was different; Ludwig Ray had asked her to join him in this new amusement park in the midwww.onedoor.ccdle ...
Lost at the Festival of Madness
*Featuring characters from "A Message from the City" and "A Trickster's Tea Party" Iki tugs the loose ribbon free and shakes out her hair. She and Neri, her best friend and confidant, had slipped through the carved stone columns of the Court of Madness's latest bash to catch some fresh air. Through magic, the sights and sounds of the party became dull. If she were to hazard a guess, Iki would say this allowed the few faes not in attendance to enjoy their peaceful afternoon. The King and Queen had spared nothing in preparation for today. The grounds had been transformed tonight with bright colo...
The Nineteen Visions of Paola
"Only a few know the sweetness of the twisted apples."-Sherwood AndersonThe writer is here, well I'll be, finally sitting in the red booth again, fourth floor of the Bonaventure (describe the hotel) Hotel lobby setting downtown, just having had the thought to write a story (hypothetical, jeez, I mean, I'm criss-crossing off of Hemingway and Anderson fer krissakes) with a chapter for and written on each and every floor of the lobby of the Bonaventure (it's wonderful, dear). It's lobby- it's just great (& Lo! though not as grand as the D.C. Gaylord). The hotel lobby, the Bonaventure Hotel's, is ...
Once A Saint
“There are two doors in front of you, Mr Matthews. It is your choice which door you choose to enter.”“What is this place?” Eddie asked, fear shrouding his voice.“The place in between your past and your future. Some people call it the present. I liken it to that little place Christians call Hell.”Eddie swallowed deeply. His dull blue eyes idled back and forth between the two doors. One white and royal purple, the colours of his beloved team, the only consistent thing he’d ever known. The other was black and white and filled him with dread. His breath caught inside his throat and his fingers cur...