The Wolf's Curse_The best coffee in the city._A Suitor for Angeline_Adorned in Blue
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The Wolf's Curse
Fear is my ruler, it keeps me chained. My skin strains as it pulls itself tightly over my bones, my veins are stark and bold against my pale flesh. With each passing second, my breathing becomes more andwww.onedoor.cc more laboured as I strain to fight for control. The beast within claws at my chest, shredding its way out. The rising moon departs from the clouds, entering my lane of sight. One second I’m chained to the tree, the next I’m sprawled in the mud, soaked to the bone and shivering. I glance down at my wrists, expecting to see my skin raw and red. Instead, it isn’t even marked from the iron chains ...
The best coffee in the city.
I don't come here for the coffee...I watched him from the corner of my eye as he smiled and laughed while serving a customer a piece of pumpkin pie. His perfect teeth behind that perfect smile glittered as he playfully winked at the girl. He didn't wink at me... Ever. I came here almost every day and awkwardly stared at him while I should have been working on my laptop. This is exactly why he barely achknowledged my presents. I was just some regular customer.Truth be told. I absolutely, with all my soul, hate coffee. I simply made the mistake of telling him I loved coffee when we cause he said...
A Suitor for Angeline
Angeline cursed the fate that required her to seek employment. Through no fault of her own, her parents had discontinued her allowance when she was only eighteen, and she had not yet found a suitable husband. In the three wretched years since then, she began to despair she never would, and dreaded the prospect of becoming an old maid. She took work briefly as a governess, hoping to make beneficial social connections, but found the children to be overly excitable, loud, and even profane. They refused to treat her with the proper respect, and their parents refused to discipline them. She was muc...
Adorned in Blue
Temperance Blue of Blue to Blue was a blue woman. Not literally blue, no, just grim. Her cropped bob was rigid, holding still even in the most torrential storm. A stark contrast to her skeletal frame, which held similar strength against winds that, say, an umbrella might--one donning a floor-length evening gown.Our Gothic temptress had eyes that reveled in voyeurism. Her fixated gaze could devour a full room, giving her an edge in people-watching. And in business. The business she adored, the business her patrons held above all else, the business Blue to Blue lived for. The business of coffee....