A Witchy Meeting_The Ghost of Cedar Lane_Just That One Chance_A Self Made Man
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A Witchy Meeting
Demenor, a young witch who was not aware that he was a witch. His mother, Damiya never wanted him to know that he had powers.Damiya, when she was younger her own mother pushed her to embrace her powers. As a child Damiya was extremely excited to have powers. Damiya could clean her room with the snap of her finger, she could get candy just by thinking about it, her powers seemed limitless. What child would not love having powers? What Damiya was not told, and the very thing she was trying to keep her son from, was the war between the good witches versus the evil witches. When Damiya was fiftee...
The Ghost of Cedar Lane
Death.It’s never something you think much about, because you never think it will happen to you... until it does. Even today on Halloween, when people celebrate the dead, you don’t think about death at all. People dress up in their costumes, laughing, indulging in sensory pleasures. They feel more alive than they have reason to feel on most other days of the year; they forget the reason for it all. The meaning is lost to the void.Even when people do imagine death, they go about it the wrong way, thinking of bloody, vengeful murderers; restless demons and eternal fires. No living person knows (...
Just That One Chance
It was midway between his medical entrance, his nerves were wrecking up and his fingers were frozen. It was the worst exam of his life. He could feel a panic attack approaching consuming his soul as a whole. He closed his eyes, the air conditioner was too cold in that room. The time was running out and yet fifteen whole questions were pending on that paper.He had studied hard but not hard enough to get him twww.onedoor.cco crack that exam. He could feel his eyes had started to water and his hands were trembling holding that pen. There was nothing he could understand. He had to cheat, he had to cheat by any ...
A Self Made Man
“I’m sorry? You want to do what?”That’s how she reacted when I told her. I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I didn’t expect her to jump on board right away. But she just stood there, one hand on a cocked hip and a dippy look accompanying her dropped jaw, like she wasn’t even sure I had spoken English. To be fair, she did have a long day doing nothing and had barely sipped her vodka tonic before I approached her. I reclined into the patent leather folds of the sofa as I restated my proposal. Her tilted head made me realize that I may have relaxed too soon, not anticipated the full weight of w...