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The Antique store held so much magic. Knick knacks, paintings, furniture that all were worn from use, filled with people’s energies and histories that end up here. Could I see unnatural stitching in a beloved toy when it had ripped? Is there a signature inside a book when someone wanted to claim the book theirs? If I scrape away paint from a table, would I find the hidden paint underneath? I love bits like that. I’m not looking for anything in particular, I just love looking around and getting what catches my eye. I save up for this day, so ...
Ashten has been going to the academy for a year now. His roommate was annoying as ever, but he managed. That didn’t prevent him from his studies, but he didn’t need that guy to struggle with his academics. He has always been better with his hands rather than his brain. Tai had disagreed when Ashten told him that it didn’t suit him to go to school compared to Tai, when Ashten tried convincing him to take his schooling more seriously and make use of his smarts. Before Ashten got a scholarship from his job, that is. He knew most of his college ...
Jina used all her self-control not to skip down the painful white hallway of the museum. She wanted to leave a good impression on Prof. Ackerman. She ironed her white buttoned shirt and black skirt, and checked that her buttons fit into right holes. She removed the scruffs and scratches from her black shoes and polished them. Her brother had teased that her scatterbrained butt would mess her up somehow, so she shot back that he can eat cow manure. She had smoothed out her shirt one more time before she walked out of the house, trying to igno...
Submitted to Contest #199
(Note: There's a scene where a robbery occurs.) It’s not safe for a grown woman to be walking home by herself. I don’t have any choice in the matter, as my workplace is ten minutes away from my house and my car got repossessed because of some screwed up financial crap that happened, so I couldn’t make a payment on my car last month. I packed a whole bunch of self-defense tools in my purse. I had a good excuse to walk in a wonderful time in the evening with the full moon. I look up to the sky, the clouds obscured some part of the moon, and...
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