Witchcraft in the Age of Covid_HAVE I DONE THIS_They Say_Nothing Beside Remains
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Witchcraft in the Age of Covid
Witchcraft in the Age of Covid Hilda, Hester and Samentha looked forward to their annual reunion in the Salem Valley graveyard on Halloween night. They had been doing so since the time of the Witch Trials back in the 1700’s. Their tradition was to meet there at the gravesite of Anna Santanna as dusk yielded to the pitch of night. Tried and burned at the stake in 1755, Anna was later deified as a Pagan archangel by the Court of Lucifer. Customarily, behind the haunted cloak of darkness, the black-clad witches stirred their cauldron—conjuring an evil evening’s worth of potions and magic tonics, ...
HAVE I DONE THIS
Well I grew up as a normal kid and I can say am sure of it. But somehow how I was abnormal like when I want to do some good stuff I have really done them. All this was going through my mind everyday while am up to my apartment in lift. This was the only time when it feels am on mission. A mission to just go and jump over my bed. Sleep like I have never ever slept before. And after completing this mission for nearly half my life today my mission failed. Totally busted, Lights out, boom you lose the only thing in which you are good at taking lift to your flat. I called the security he answered i...
They Say
Most people start their mornings with a cup of coffee. Although I am more of a ‘tea now, tea later, tea forever’ kind of person, today I am going to need to conform to the accepted rules due to the unnecessary number of drinks I was peer-pressured into downing last night. My friend was convinced it was needed, for some reason. The place he chose was a teeming club, packed with every other person in the city; or at least it felt like it. All I said was “I’m bored.” He immediately poured me drink along with a “Get a boyfriend.” “I said I’m bored, not lonely,” I rolled my eyes. Wait, am I? Now ..www.onedoor.cc.
Nothing Beside Remains
Author's Note: This is an homage to the poem "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe ShelleyAmidst a flurry of multi-colored laser displays and droning bass notes, Oswald “Ozzy” Mondias strode confidently across the main stage and stood behind the podium, clicker in hand. A thousand flash bulbs held aloft by paparazzi and assorted tech and financial journalists popped in rapid succession. He posed, turning his gaze slightly upward and pouting his lips as he'd been coached to do by the publicists and consultants and makeup artists that surrounded him at all times.At nineteen, he wore the scruffy beard of ...