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Ting’s eyes stung as if they were pierced by a hundred needles, not because of the fact that her reflection on her bedside mirror had suddenly started talking to her, instead it was just the fact that she hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours.
“I propose a trade, human child.” the demon said calmly with Ting’s face, except instead of puffy eye bags it has gotten long lashes that almost look like f...
Mrs. Audrey Lambert adjusted her steel-gray bun and nudged her glasses a little bit farther up her nose as she unlocked the library doors and marched resolutely inside to begin the day. As she arrived at her desk and stowed her purse in its designated drawer, her gaze lingered for a moment on the nameplate sitting on the edge of her desktop:
They called it spring. Intellectual crocuses sent shoots peeking through encrusted snow. After years of unrest followed by martial law, curfews began to be relaxed. The generation who came of age during the darkness began to explore the potential offered by their rediscovered liberties.
The young man known as ‘Roach’ entered the library. Though warm outside, he wore a hoody pulled o...
“Rockridge librarian is evil.”
“I heard she feeds off of children’s joy.”
“She has evil eyes!”
“Sharp teeth are all I saw when I first saw her.”
“Everyone stays away from Rockridge library on Saturdays. Except the adults…”
“I heard that she was a witch once, before arriving at Rockridge.”
These were the whispered rumors I hea...
Happily ever after was overrated.The children clapped as Belle waved her wand in the air. Shimmering motes of magic danced around the three little pigs before transporting them back through the Fade. With a full cart of books yet to be re-shelved, she purposefully chose a shorter tale for tonight’s reading. “Can we read another one, Miss Belle?” a little boy asked.“Pretty please?” a little girl begged, her pigtails bobbing up and down with her.She tucked her wand into an oversized pocket of her cerulean bl...
Ian sat on a park bench on the village green, enjoying a rare sunny English spring day. He had landed his dream job in London two months ago, and while he couldn’t deny the excitement, he also had to admit that constantly being surrounded by concrete and brick was soul-crushing. This fine Saturday he had nothing planned, so on a whim, traveled to Euston Station and hopped on the next train. He had no idea where it was going, and he didn’t care. He just wanted to get away from central London for the day.Half an hour later, with the ...
(Sensitive content warning: substance abuse, violence, mild language.)John stood in the crowd of bodies and stared up at the bleak storefront. He remembered his taxi driver warning him about this district, that it was a rough area, and the restaurants in particular had the lowest ratings in the city. But John was down to his last Chinese Yuan and needed all the money he could scrape together for a ride to the embassy. He was starving and disoriented, and just needed to get something in his stomach for as cheaply as possi...
Dust motes danced in the light that fell from a window under the ceiling. The library wasn't busy. It was a forgotten little place, unlike the city library. The city library wasn't really a library any more. It was more of a computer hub, a place for bored schoolkids to go and play computer games or stare at screens instead.
This wasn't like that. This was an old-school library: Filled with volumes of all...
Shine Brightly You 1- Star - Shine Brightly!
“As Chairman of this esteemed Senior’s Association it is with pleasure that I ask the membership to please come to order.
Would the Corporate Secretary please have the minutes show that this is the 553 annual general meeting of the Pointed Nose Seniors’ Association. I have purposely limited this meet...
Arthur pouncing on the halls irritated Miss Guthrie even further, the pen snapping at her hands, the legal files in front of her held only in its perfect, flat form by the hands of Miss Dinsly who, after ninety-eight years of working under the hotel matriarch, knew by instinct how papers with one-star reviews could not withstand the forces of mental exertions her boss could produce once engulfed in rage.“Read me that review,” Miss Guthrie said as she stood up, marching towards the double oak doors of her office.“Well, Ma’am,...
“One star. Again.” I sighed and put a box of robot parts on the shelf. The screen hovered a second longer in front of my head, reminding me I’m not good enough. Then it disappeared.
Somehow I always get one star, even though I really try. Is everyone against me? Is it because I’m below everyone, below all the pilots and the leaders?
“Stop messing around, scrap kid. And fix this thing.” A tall figure was s...
Robert Sorola got comfortable in his chair while he read through the agenda one more time. His son, Reggie, he’d sent upstairs to the kitchen with the vaguest of shopping lists. Neither of them had what you could call a refined taste. Both their lives had been peppered with such hardships that whenever food came into sight – whatever food came into sight – it was a case of how much they could claw their way before they f...
Rest for the Wicked was the oldest restaurant in the city, if not the country. It was also one of the most unpopular because the bigoted landlord didn’t serve anyone who couldn’t demonstrate their magic.
The owner, Alan, was all skin and bone. Everything else had shrivelled away during his mumification eight hundred years before.
If he loved one thing in this world, and it was possib...
All at once the thunder crashed with such intensity it could have been right beside her, and the brief flash of lightning illuminated a sheet of pouring rain that obscured the entire street. Melia hugged her coat closer around her neck, trying in vain to close any openings that were allowing water to fall in and soak her clothes. The storm had come out of nowhere. One minute she had been walking home, enjoying the fact...
You sat at the table waiting for me. When the candlelight in front of you blew out from a wayward gust of wind through the window, you weren’t mad. The white overhead lights filled the room enough that the candle of faint scent hadn’t mattered. You were mad that I was late.
The waiter came over to you for the second time. And he said, “You should-a move, I-a swear. Or at least-a order.” So you stared at him. Af...
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