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The Cloud On A Full Moon Night
A gentle breeze made the leaves high up the gigantic oak tree rustle, like a demon tried to pass between them stealthily.Up a huge fig tree not too far away, a disoriented dove cooed and was answered by the croak of a jack frog in the pond a few yards below.Janet first fancied the adventure of spending a full-moon night out here one cold angry night, after she had dumped Larry, her childhood sweetheart, so many months ago. She had sat on an old ant-scoured bench in one corner of this arboretum then, and wept the painful decision into acceptance.She had not met Brian then yet, on whose broad sh...
Making Friends with Monsters can be Possible
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Now, this is my story. I am Marnie. The autumn season has just arrived, and all the pink blossom flowers were withered, and the sweet flavoring green leaves had changed into red or orange. The leaves were having haircuts.All people around squashed the leaves on the ground. They made a crispy sound, like the crunch of some chips. I was just in the cafeteria, and I was eating cake. Mmm, Yum. I just finished my cake, and was going out of the shop, when everything was on fire. I mean, the leaves. Flames of fire were raging out of the gr...
Rising Above the Storm
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat!” Kurt deliberately sat beside Shelly, and she forced herself to stay still, her heart pounding yet not with fear. “You nearly threw your own life away”, said Kurt. “I was upset”, she retorted. “What’s your name? Tell me your name!” She heard him mutter something and the tempo of paddles quickened. “Come on lwww.onedoor.ccook at me!” All she wanted to do was sleep but his persistent voice kept buzzing at her like an annoying mosquito. Resentfully, she st...
The Last Candle
I found Capt. Ahab on the first day. On the second, a crate, surprisingly undamaged, reached the shore. On both occasions, I had my trousers wet with seawater, but managed to get the stiff objects to the shore and in the shade of the palm trees. The contents of the crate were as follows: three candle-sticks; a matchbox; two or three sharpened quills; a pint of ink, black, iron-gall; the Bible; the captain’s log, of almost no entries; a knife, sharp. It was a cruel play of destiny that I should find those items, almost none of which I could trade for food, should we reach the natives of the la...