You Were Always Green_The Book of Cats_Without Even Knowing_Match Game
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You Were Always Green
“Green is such a beautiful color.”“It's not green. It's viridian.”“Oh, arguably the same hue.”“Green is an ugly word for an ugly color. Viridian has punch.”“Well, they all work the same, blue, red, orange. They all do their duty.”“None so much as this. This is perfected, better than the original, hotter, brighter, burns faster.”“It also can’t be put out. It's dangerous.”“I would hope it is. It's dangerous and we’ll let everyone know it is.”“Some people are more daring than you think.”“Some people are fools. If they want a fight, there won’t be one. Just this.”“But is there enough?”“If we made...
The Book of Cats
The Book of CatsLet’s count all the “fingers” and toes.Oh dear—is this one… Is there something wrong?One…two…three…four…five. And five on that side.What about…one…two…three…four. And four there. Poor wee scrap! Such a disability. But you can see, now that I’ve dried him off, he’ll have a gorgeous golden coat. Just like his daddy!What about the other two?… Oh, such a relief! They’re fine. Both have my coloring. This young gentleman is everything I could wish for, and this lovely little lady! Perfection in a fur onesie. She takes after me, obviously. Extra fine. She’ll be a huntress. Just look a...
Without Even Knowing
The bell tolled and the girls looked at each other, silent desperation in their eyes. They listened. One chime. Two chimes. Three chimes. Then stillness. Three AM. June raised her finger slowly to cover her pursed lips. Their eyes darted around the abandoned parking lot as the pair drifted into the shadows of the strip mall.Looking around, it seemed like they stumbled upon the remains of a looted grocery store. Margo opened her mouth to speak but June, sensing a shwww.onedoor.ccift in the air, reached out and covered Margo’s mouth entirely. Someone was close. Close enough to hear their staggered breath. Ju...
Match Game
It was so terribly cold. It was snowing, and it was almost dark. His boots crunched the frozen ground as he slowly and carefully stepped forward, scanning for signs of disturbance. He held the stun rifle firmly in both hands, tracing the arc of his flashlight, slowly sweeping left then right then repeating. He stopped. It was utterly silent. He could feel the wet cold on his cheeks, the only exposed skin peeking out from between his goggles and the scarf he had wrapped around his mouth and nose. He started walking again and cringed every time his foot came down on the icy dirt. The silence m...