Humor
All you need is a bowl of pea greens
At that time, I had just bought a house and was renovating it. The construction crew was hired by a very good friend of mine, all of whom are said to be relatives. I began to think that since they are "own people", they should be careful to do their work, which knows that these people not only do not think about my brothers' feelings, but also work particularly rough. When installing the floor, they scattered the decoration trash all over the stairs, and in the end, despite my repeated warnings to them not to scatter it, the roughness of these people eventually gave me a lot of trouble.
By natasha graham3 years ago in Fiction
Iris, Prince Don, and the Phoenix Feather Lantern, Part 2
Iris plummeted off the cliff, goggled at green rushing closer, yelled at herself, and yanked the cord to release her chute. With a jerk she was suspended, and breathed again. The bright purple of Prince Don's parachute spread below her, and hesitantly she pulled at one of the toggles on her own to steer towards him.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
Cat Burglar . Top Story - June 2023.
"Don’t worry. There’s no way this can go wrong this time.” She looks up at me, an expectant look in her green gaze. I chuckle and bring my hand to rest on her head. “But yes, we can go over it again. While I'm distracting him, you enter. You grab the goods and then we meet by the window.”
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
Mesmerizing (Measuring Magic Tricks)
MESMERIZING Animal Magnetism makes All submit to the great Magnetizer; even though they appear to be asleep, his voice, a sudden look, a signal launched with the flick of the wrist, pulls them out of it. We cannot help but acknowledge the magnetic presence of a great power which moves and controls patients, never placebo, always
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Obsidian Key
In the depths of an ancient mansion, a legend whispered of a hidden artifact—the Obsidian Key, said to unlock secrets of unimaginable power. Detective Evelyn Cross knew the stories well, but they were mere fables, whispered by the superstitious.
By Arthur Dexmark3 years ago in Fiction






