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The Workplace
It was exactly two months ago when we moved from the old makeshift office to this fabulous well-lit, well-ventilated and well-organized one. The old office looked like a small studio–type bedroom with a private bath and toilet in it. But instead of a bed and a work table, computers and printers were all over the place. We were like sardines in a can when all of us were working at the same shift.
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
Jack of Diamonds
CHAPTER 8 The ride out to the Lightninged Tree—as Richard preferred to call it—took a little more than fifteen minutes from Bedloe Manor. The road was ragged, rough in places where the potholes were deep. Most of the potholes were off on the sides of the road, enabling Sonia to make better time than Nigel would’ve thought possible in an automobile. He could see her smile when she caught him looking at the speedometer.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 37
The ride home had been quiet. Rev had mostly kept his gaze out on the open road. He leaned his right hand against the steering wheel, while his left was held up against the window. The trees whizzed past as if we were racing them towards the house; whoever made it back first, wins. The closer we got towards my home, the fewer cars showed on the road. I'll probably never get used to life in the middle of nowhere; what the hell was my father thinking when he found this place? To break the awkward silence, I just pulled out my phone. Rev said earlier to make this technology-free.. but hey, I make my own choices now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Artie woke up before the dawn. His muscles ached from the climb up the wall last night, but he fell to the floor and did forty quick push-ups regardless. He wasn’t getting any younger, he told himself as soon as he finished. Still, it had been an exhilarating climb, even if he felt as if he’d been beaten with a cricket bat. He remembered how the first time he’d tried climbing he nearly fell; since then, he carried a rope in case he ran into any obstacles. So far, that only happened the one time, in London; and he’d broken a finger that time.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
The Banishing
Marta stood looking to the west from her greeting room window. Ellish's book was right she felt sure. But that did not explain the origins of the spell that Jon had stopped. Magic did not just happen. Magic was created. There could only be one answer that she could think of, Toise and his madness. The size of the cast staggered her. Could one person alone harness that much power? The answer seemed to be yes, but how? Yet another unanswerable question, she thought. Marta had scryed in the quiet of the night to no avail. Well not completely. There were differences she had not
By Bill Van Oosten4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Sonia checked her look in the small compact’s mirror one last time. One last time, she told herself, before turning the key and shutting the engine down. She pulled on the handbrake before touching the corners of her lips and wiping a small smear of lipstick she’d missed the first two times she checked. She had to ask herself if it even mattered anymore.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
CHAPTER 5 Marlborough was the smallest of the six Manor houses located in an area the locals called Chumley Glen--a wooded area of meandering streams, open meadows of vales and hills, and a host of golden daffodils fluttering and dancing in summer's breeze. It boasted eighteen bedrooms in addition to a salon, a dining room capable of seating forty, a library, music room, and full kitchen. It was what one might label the senior representative of the six. The arbiter of its own local history written in the beams and plaster of countless renovations. It’s own colourful history went back to 1705. The house had been through as many renovations as it had owners. Some claimed the house to be haunted; others, that the walls were too tight. It had hosted all the major celebrities of Europe throughout its history: Handel, Mendelssohn, Litz; Christopher Wren, Isaac Newton, Edmund Halley; Pope, Defoe, Swift—the anecdotal tales about the house had gone through as many incarnations as it had renovations.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
Leaving the stable I had no idea where I was headed, all I knew was I had to figure out a way to stop my future husband from doing something he would live to regret or worse wouldn’t. It was no big secret that all the nobility in Anevia detested the Gulliver’s, and none of the knights or nobles at this tourney would pass up the chance to embarrass a Gulliver even if it meant killing one in the process. I thought of going to Zaria for help when I saw her, but thought against it; after what took place yesterday in the parlor me and my sisters were not on good terms. Remembering this I kept walking. My next thought was to go ask mami for help, but then remembered I had no clue where she had went. Even if I did find her, she would be too happy about Colin’s declaration to ask for my hand, that she wouldn’t care that her future son-in-law might not be able to give her grandchildren if he entered the tourney. I stopped walking and sat on a bench. I was at a lost as to what to do and I didn’t have anyone to turn to; everyone was either mad at me (Izzy), not talking to me (Zaria), or preoccupied with their own plans for me (Mami). If papi were still alive, none of this would be happening, but he wasn’t and there was no one to blame except for me, poor outcast Gabby. “ A lady with beauty such as yours shouldn’t be so sullen. You should be enjoying the festivities.” A voice said off to my right.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
King Arthur’s ball was a big success, everyone who had been at the tourney showed up to the ball dressed in their finest. I had every reason to believe half the success belonged to the King’s guest of honor. Part of my reason in showing up tonight was to learn more about the guest of honor myself and to finish striking a deal with King Arthur that King Vincenzio would be proud of. I still had not been able to change Arthur’s mind about sharing Valence with my King. “Your grace I really must talk to you about Valence.” I said as Arthur took a goblet of wine.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
It was the morning after the ball and out of the three of us, Isabella was looking the most giddy about going to be presented at court. She had even had the courage to come wake me early in the morning knowing fair well I liked to sleep in till noon unless I had something of importance planned. It was apparent that she had been taken with one of the gentlemen at the ball and was hoping that they would become one of her suitors. “Aren’t you ready yet Gabby?” Izzy said sitting on my bed.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
