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Ed slammed through the front door and looked wildly around the tavern. “Quick! What year is this?”
There I was, Bulletbull98, black stubble peppering my young face, blue eyes, and long black hair that gave the impression I was a heavy metal fan—soon to be the best streamer on the platform, I would make sure of it.
There was always something magical about the last day of school before the summer holidays. I am sure you remember the sensation yourself.
- Length: 12 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
“Hello, sir. How may I help you?”
A book lover lends one of his prized possessions to a mysterious girl.
Byron has been to Mars. Now he's not supposed to leave New York and New England. For good reason.
Johnson has always been fascinated by spiders.
A poor woman borrows a necklace from a rich friend. Classic twisty tale.
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
A man returns to a city from his past.
Quince sells death. No wonder he likes his job.
A sweet-voiced but lonely bird finds refuge with an isolated statue.
A frightened railway signal-man is plagued by premonitions of distasters.
A wooden owl prompts change in a quiet woman's life.
Classic fable. Moral: Do not trust flatterers.
A dramatic confrontation between two sworn enemies in a generation-old land dispute.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
