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Jenny put the deck of tarot cards on the table. It was the same deck her grandmother had handed in to her on her 16th birthday. The old woman insisted that Jenny had “the gift”, but Jenny could hardly believe her then. Jenny knew that predicting the future is both tricky and dangerous, but from time to time she could not help giving it a chance. Unable to decipher the random cards tha...
Molly closed the apartment door behind her and turned the key twice in the keyhole. Then she left it under the mat for the landlady. All her belongings were on the truck. She was about to turn over a new leaf in her life’s book once more. And she was ready to live again. Packing her belongings had been easy, since she possessed so few things: a few clothes, a few p...
“Come on, Jake! It will be fun!” The words echoed in Jake’s head, bringing him headache. “It’s April Fools’ Day anyway! It’ll be a harmless prank and nothing else,” his friends insisted. Jake wasn’t so sure.He loved his friends, but the truth was that sometimes being with them was stressful. He hated it whenever they put pressure on him to do things he really wasn’t keen on, because he felt his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. So, sometimes he just pretended he was ill, or bus...
Eris walked in her garden and sat motionless under a tree, unable to stand or walk further. Her long blonde hair fell like a warm embrace on her cold shoulders. A tear rolled down her pale cheek, glittered like a diamond and then disappeared, leaving a shining trail behind it, evidence of its existence.She was used to being ignored or despised, anyway. She tried and tried to be on friendly terms with the other Olympians, but to no avail. Her reputation as the goddess of strife and d...
He stared at the screen; the blank paper was staring back at him. The same feeling every night; a void of thoughts, of ideas. As if the world offered no stimuli to write.Since when was the world so predictable? Or so commonplace? Or so uninteresting? He couldn’t tell. His last book was a best seller. But that was it. After that, nothing. No inspiration, no motivation, call it whatever you like.“It went to your head,” a friend told him. No, no, that wa...
“Surround yourself with people who allow you to blossom.” Cute Flower Quote Once upon a time there was an old lady who adored flowers. Such was her love that she had her own small and beautiful garden in the front of her house. She looked after it herself, she w...
Brighton, Mid-1780s- Here?Prince George IV stared at the residence, totally astonished. Not the princely type of accommodation he had in mind. However, there was room for improvement. And the surroundings were formidable.The residence was a simple and small lodging house with few outdated furniture, located within walking...
AN ODD THING- That’s the thing about this city, said the old man and hurried to catch the bus without looking back.Paula and Linda were speechless. They couldn’t believe their ears. They started to think that the trip away from university was a bad idea. In the end, they decided to stay and spend the night in that city. It was part of their university a...
DOING THE WORK“This city never sleeps,” thought Jamie as she walked down the main street, cigarette in one hand, digital camera in the other, heading for her apartment. It had been a busy day and she felt dead beat.Her job as a freelance photographer was more than a steady income for her; it was a passion; she loved to immortalize people, places and things, especially those that go unnoticed. During...
Life in the bunker was quiet. Mr. Thorp and his son Eddie lived a peaceful, uneventful daily routine. But not for long. All this was about to change. Soon father and son would come into conflict.Mr Thorp- Father, tell me, why do we live in a bunker?Mr. Thorp to...
PART ONE The little corner bookshop was known to everyone in the neighbourhood. There, one could find something for everyone; children and adults. One could find both classics and the latest best sellers on its shelves. The genres were endless: fantasy, romance, children’s books… all tastes were catered for.
1) Dear Diary, First of all, give me some seconds, as I want to type in today’s date; it is impossible without looking at the bottom right corner of my computer screen. 7th February 2021. I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be doing the same thing. And the day after tomorrow, and so on. It has become a tough task to remember the date ...
WINTER - I’ll take it, said Richard with a firm tone in his voice when the landlady showed him the studio flat. She was somehow surprised, because the rent was a little over the odds and Richard didn’t seem to be cash rich. - It’s two months in advance, plus the current month, she said eventually.
PART ONE The siren wailed in the distance signaling the end of the curfew. It was 6 o’clock in the morning. Cameron never set the alarm, because that shrill, high pitched wail always woke her up. In the beginning she hated it, but as time went by, she found it convenient. She got out of bed and...
- Land ahoy! shouted the watch from the crow’s nest of the main mast. That was good news for the crew; they had been at sea for such a long time that they were almost running out of both supplies and patience. They all ran to the poop deck laughing and squinted in the distance, or used their hands to block the scorching sun. An island was visible in the dist...
"There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind" Virginia Woolf "Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace."
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