Few and Far Between_The Letter of Magic_The Old Hag and the Pig_Don't You Remember
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Few and Far Between
“He fell again,” my husband mouths to me, then returns to his phone call with his-brother-who-I-cannot-stand. “No, no. I’m right here. I can be there in twenty minutes.”Of course he’s going out in an ice storm in the middle of the night. Of course he’s the one my father-in-law calls, a man who patently favors my husband’s inept older brother and overindulges his younger one. Of course he’s riding to the rescue. That’s what martyrs do. My husband paces, phone still in hand. “Did the doctors say anything else—what caused the fall?” Dehydration, I say to myself. Your father never drinks anything ...
The Letter of Magic
Dear people of the Future, Before we get started I must let you know that whenever you open the letter and read it, take the crystal and hold it in your hand flat and which ever side of it glows is where the magic power plant is. I was not able to finish the job but maybe you can. I’m not sure when you will find this letter, but hopefully soon. You have all heard tales of witches, wizards, warlocks and such. And I’m sure many have wondered or wished about it being real. You might think, ‘oh how I wish this was true’ or ‘what if its true and we don’t know it?’ And I definitely know some of you ...
The Old Hag and the Pig
There once was an old hag who lived alone in a shack in the woods. She has not always been an old hag, but had been born the daughter of a rich man and a beautiful woman, both of whom had hoped that she would grow up to marry the Prince. Instead, while she was still young her mother died, her father remarried just before dying himself, and the Prince married her stepsister. Shortly thereafter, bitter and angry because of her own tragedies and the good fortune of her stepsister, she moved out into the woods.One day while out picking herbs the old hag sang aloud, as she was want to do, for she ...
Don't You Remember
“Don’t you remember? Can you even see when you are sleepwalking?”“I am trying to remember officer, but it is difficult. My eyes can see when I sleepwalk, but I am not really very aware www.onedoor.ccof what is around me. My mind generates images that my eyes don’t actually see. I once fell down the stairs in my sleep, picked myself up, and headed back to bed. When I awoke I was quite surprised by the blood on my pillow. My mother wasn’t though. She had heard me fall, got up and apparently she guided me back to bed, and washed the first flow of blood from my head. That is what she told me anyway, and I had n...