Times Up!_The Curious Case of Pete Thompson_Tread in My Shape_The World Bringer
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Times Up!
I looked up at my ravishing wife who sat across the table from me, she wore her hair in curls that day with bright red lipstick. I remember the sun shining on her threw the glass window as she was smiling looking at the menu of our favorite diner. I had stuck a white colored fake flower from the vase sitting on the table, on the left side of her hair. The waiter was a tall Caucasian male with a four-inch-long ginger colored beard who, sat down two glasses of water with utensils and napkins. My wife and I both thanked the waiter for being attentive. My wife then grabbed her utensils and started...
The Curious Case of Pete Thompson
In the year of 1993, Glacinda had put a spell on a man by the name of Pete Thompson. As a result, he would never be able to speak again. The reasons were many: He was a sweet—talking lawyer, and a man with more money in his pocket than he knew what to do with. He had a wife, a mistress, and a girlfriend. In short, the man would be a better person if he was forced to keep his big mouth shut, and, as his on and off girlfriend of twenty-something years, Glacinda knew this.Today, she had had the misfortune of www.onedoor.ccmeeting his mysterious cousin, Marty. Today was the first day she had met the man who, ha...
Tread in My Shape
It’s strange when everybody in the world knows more about your past than you do. It’s a bit disorienting to wake up cuffed to a hospital bed and be interrogated for crimes that I didn’t remember committing. People never forget those crimes. I’m haunted by newspaper articles and distrustful cops. Most of all the cops. They thought I was faking it when I first woke up in the hospital. Then when they realized I wasn’t there was a nationwide debate over whether or not I should stand trial for my apparent crimes. It was a whole big thing, and I guess I should thank social media because public pres...
The World Bringer
"Move out the way!" A short man with a stubby beard and tattered clothing ran through the halls of the palace. "Where is Advisor Luke?" The stumbling man called, "Get me Advisor Luke!" "What is the meaning of all this ruckus, commoner?" A well-dressed man stood in the doorway of his chambers. The day had only just begun, and he already had his fur robes on. "The Queen, she is having her baby!" "Dear Gods, why didn't you just say that!" The man exclaimed as he rushed past the commoner. "I have to find Advisor Luke!" The peasant called after him. "I am Advisor Luke, you drunken fool," he ...