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Screwdriver
“Be proud!” the other tools said. “It’s an honor to be chosen by the Carpenter. It means you’ve been given purpose!” I wanted to have a purpose. I’ve never known a tool that didn’t. Ever since I was small and barely fit into my handle, I’d been asking myself the same question. The question we all ask.
By Dylan Ritch4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Rika Strong-Arm - Episode 4
Unsurprisingly, it came out that Harley had tried to kill me during the storm. He had untied the rope and nearly tossed it overboard while Fynn was distracted. Luckily, Frost had said something just in time, urging my red friend to come rushing to my aid. He and Harley had fought, which had been the jerking I had felt while fighting with the shark and caused the rope to be unresponsive to my tugging. Thankfully, Frost had taken hold of the rope before it could be lost in the scuffle.
By EJ Baumgardner4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 10
Read Chapter 9 Here Listen to This Chapter Here When her fabric magic class began. Ayan was unsure of her teacher. Mr. Depping was tall and frail looking, with white curls and a slightly bent back. His Faraday shirt was off-white and ill-fitting. His orange and white tie was smudged with dirt, and his trousers were wrinkled with tattered hems. Worst of all, the coarse fabric from which his clothes were made grated in her ears. Ayan had never been wealthy, but she had bartered with the local Xurugwi temple for cotton, linen, and sometimes satin scraps that she could piece together. Surely, Mr. Depping's salary was enough that he could have bought something better than canvas to wear.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part three
“You shouldn’t poke it out so much then,” Jenny replied. “My serve!” I felt utterly defeated. She was right – nothing was ever going to hurt a girl in that way, just like no girl was ever going to be bothered in a PE lesson by what she had to carry around in her underwear. But I knew I couldn’t give up, so got ready for Jenny’s serve, feeling a pang of panic as I remembered she only needed one more volley to win. Doubtless Jenny saw the flicker of anxiety that crossed my face at this thought.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part two
I should have known what I was letting myself in for, since it wasn’t even like I’d never played Jenny at tennis before. It was just I’d somehow decided the honour of boys everywhere rested on the outcome of this mixed-singles match. That was how I came to be scampering round the tennis court in Jenny’s garden this late birthday afternoon before tea, trying hard to keep up with her, for although younger than me she was very good at this game indeed.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part one
My birthday. Somehow I’d survived three weeks of perpetual aching which threatened to drive me up the wall in PE, not to mention a related problem reliably coming up several times a day. I was meeting Morgan tonight, for what I very much hoped would be a blissful ending to my interminable wait! One hurdle remained though, because Jenny had insisted on throwing me a birthday tea round at hers. I couldn’t turn down her invitation without explaining to her what my other plans were, and as I had a feeling Jenny wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to know about these, there wasn’t much choice but to get the tea over with first!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
