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Somewhere Far From This Mortal Plane, The Devil Lost His Cheque-book
Dead-end alleys are not often visited, especially when they’ve branched out from a tight path that has itself branched out of a main street. Any sane person would tell you that such a place isn’t sensible for a shop, but the book-smart wizard with a wacky business idea wouldn't have any of it. He’d come up with a range of quirky magical items that even non-magic users could use, and he was determined to make a fortune from it. He had of course been thoroughly mocked by his fellow wizards but he wasn’t phased. Our wizard made his ‘Mysticorner’ at the end of one such street, hired the tidiest applicant, and opened the doors expecting his unique business to explode.
Kian ShayanPublished 3 years ago in HumansMystery Journey
One day you are sitting at home writing about adventures you will never go on and the next day you are living in one of your adventures. Here I am, face to face with a lion. This lion is beautifully gold with a strong muscled body. He walks stealthily towards me and I back up slowly just a bit without removing my eyes from him. His movements started to increase towards me, and I move back just as fast as he was coming towards me. I started to tumble from the dry loosely white sand and pitch backward falling into a dug hole in the sand.
Frederica benjaminPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe View from the Inside
The road was barely visible through the early morning mist, illuminated only by the soft glow of the gas lamp posts lining the cobble-stoned sidewalks. The young woman walked lightly through the sleeping city, careful not to startle the stillness. This was her favorite view of the city. Sunday mornings at the heart of town, watching the mist swirl in the first glow of the sunrise, not a soul in sight. She loved the city, but not in the conventional way. She loved the people, but only from a distance.
Jess HidellPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Cocoon of the Filter Free
“-32.7188332,152.1052945” Lexie came running to me brandishing her sketching journal. ‘Mum, I found these weird numbers in my notebook. It’s written with my pen but it’s not my writing’. She looked at me and asked, ‘ What do they mean?’
Rachael ReynoldsPublished 3 years ago in HumansTaegong: In The Car
VALENTINE COOKIE's debut single, Love Crunch blasted through Taeyang's headphones. Since he would be working with Gong-gi, Taeyang thought it would be wise to listen to their discography. He was unsure if the storm outside hindered or enhanced the music experience.
Chloe GilholyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Girl
“Just get up and have a shower” she thought to herself. Doing that would be an achievement at this point. it took every ounce of positivity and motivation she could muster just to take her eyes off of her phone and pull herself out of bed. She had spent the whole morning mindlessly scrolling until she found herself reading some random click bait article that contained the word shower, a sign from the universe she thought as she scrambled for the inspiration to not be the same lazy piece of shit she had been yesterday. The article described a form of ‘shower meditation’. It suggested that if you enter the shower with a will to change your life and you genuinely believe it to be possible you can exit the shower into a different reality. Nothing extreme like an alternate universe where the sky is purple, and the ocean is made of diamonds. It would be a reality exactly like your own, but with minor changes.
Lisa Sharny JonesPublished 3 years ago in HumansTaegong: Check-In
It had been five years since Gong-gi set foot in an airport. After a dozen countries, all the airports look the same. That Deja-vu hit him like a tonne of bricks. He couldn't stop fidgeting. "I shouldn't be here," he muttered to himself. Back then, music was all he had. His wife would wake up to a half-empty bed, and there will be one less person on the dinner table. His phone was where he left it by the kitchen side.
Chloe GilholyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Truth of Astrology
The Truth of Astrology The Philosophy of the Stars I think in the current mindset of the average American, it is common knowledge that Astrology is an old gypsy’s tale, or fantasy. Some even try to stamp the word witchcraft or heretic on the everyday astrology student. But, this opinion of course is another vaguely investigated philosophy by the average individual.
The Unambitious Social Climber
I am an unambitious social climber. I have no real desire to achieve anything, and I never have. Yet, things always line up in my favor. An opportunity I did not ask for comes to me, offering a clear path to having more. And then, for no reason at all because I do not desire anything, I put in the bare minimum effort that the opportunity requires of me to get more.
Tiannah SteelePublished 3 years ago in HumansStory For My Sister
When I was sixteen, a gorgeous Nazi stood behind her decrepit computer at the DMV in Los Angeles, California, where she waited for my paperwork. It was 2005. I was getting my license. My antagonist was a beautiful, no-nonsense Latina in her mid-20s, and anxious to go home - she probably wasn't really a Nazi, but by the twitching in my boxers she was something wicked, she was very naughty, I just knew it.
For Mary, From Ben
“How did you find me?” “Your address was written in the back,” Ginny holds out a small black notebook. “I know we’ve never met, but he obviously wanted you to have this.” The old woman takes it and gently thumbs through ink-smeared pages. Dates and sloppy cursive dance across crinkled paper.
Katie DixonPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Tip
Ayumi couldn't believe that she was here again, hiding out in the alley way nestled between last night's special and grease covered boxes tossed out during the morning rush. Glamorous, no, but the brief peace and quiet it afforded her while taking a drag on her cigarette was worth it. She chuckled, the scene and smells were familiar, but 15 years ago she would have laughed at anyone telling her she would be casually smoking a hand rolled, cbd and mugwort filled cigarette. "Shit" she muttered as a rat rushed out from beneath one of the boxes and scampered over her shoe. As she stood there contemplating if the 5 second rule applied to cigarettes, she heard a familiar screechy voice call her name. Tiffani with an "I", the most annoying host she had ever met in all her years as a server. She squeezed back thru the door, into the kitchen and hastily grabbed an empty cup filling it with ice and water. "Who's calling me??", she yelled, " I'm in the weeds, I need to get this to table 12!" Tiffani looked at her, rolled her eyes and screeched, " table 12 requested their check, so I printed it for them...they paid and left about 15 minutes ago. Thought you should know." "Oh! And please clear your table, we have a two top that needs to be sat!" Busted, she took a sip of the water and strolled over to table 12 to see if they had left a tip. When she made it to the table she noticed that the check slip lay on the table on top of small black book. She picked up the slip, no tip. So she picked up the book to see if they had left it inside. Nothing there either. She took the book to the host stand, "Hey Tiffani, I think that they left this behind, can you keep it up here incase they come back?" Without looking up from her seating chart, Tiffani mumbled "Oh no, they said that that was for you."Ayumi sighed. The creative ways that people often found to not tip never ceased to amaze her. She took the book and shoved it down into her apron without another thought.