Rose

“Maria! Wait up!.” Rose screamed ahead. “Charlie can’t catch up.” “Ah, leave him.” Maria shouted back, not lessening her pace. “Maria!” Rose slowed. She looked behind at her little brother- he was panting hard. Two years behind her was too much for him to keep up. Charlie ran as fast as he could, but only got to her after a few more minutes. Rose held out a hand, but Charlie brushed it aside. “I don’t need your hel...

Dust

Nobody notices the little things. Often, they are the most beautiful. Have you ever wondered about dust? It is something we have all seen, and had to remove- but have you really thought about it? Every speck tells a story, if you know how to look. By the time you finish reading this story, you would have shed another 3 thousand skin cells. The dust knows all your secrets. It knows your likes, dislikes, strengths, and ...

The Legendary Toothbrush of Kings

Legends told of a powerful toothbrush which gives its user teeth worthy of kings. Many did not even believe it was real, but Harold had faith, and today his faith paid off. Harold stared- after nine long years of dedicating his life to finding the toothbrush, he had finally found it. He smiled- his protruding teeth and bad breath made the very air quiver. The toothbrush was old- however. It had been lost for almost a ...

Agrobagh and the Forest

A bird chirped three times, and the sound echoed across the unabating forest. It was then that Agrobagh knew where he was. “No.” Agrobagh muttered quietly. “Not here.” Agrobagh remembered this place. While it was many years ago, he could never forget. It felt like the forest kept going, and he was sure he had been going in circles. It was supposed to only be an old wives’ tale- something children were told to keep them f...

Suicide Specialist

The human mind is more fragile than you think. Here, where the death penalty is abolished, I am the solution to overcrowding in prisons. You can say I persuade new vacancies. My name is Dr. Flaxmore, and I am a suicide specialist. There are many like me- but none as good as me. You see- we as humans are all nuts. One way or another, we are flawed, different, and can be cracked. Some humans are born harder, and others har...

Martin’s Baggage

Martin was a meticulous man. He had always been that way, as far as he could remember. Pen in front suit pocket, an inch from the left- handkerchief in the right pocket, folded twice. Phone in the left, and wallet hidden inside his jacket. “Crew, prepare the cabin for landing.” The intercom buzzed. Martin checked his briefcase once more- the third time in the last twenty minutes. Notebook in the front compartment, lap...

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