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Beans for Breakfast (Part 1 of 2)

It's been a year since George Weasley lost his twin, Ferd. He has found a way to get by, even if he can't tell anyone about it. This text is a piece of Harry Potter fan-fiction. All character, locations and concepts are the intellectual property and copyrighted material of J. K. Rowling.

Buried Alive

He woke up choking. He was lying on his back, on what felt like a cheap sleeping bag, cushioned but only just, it was uncomfortable. It was stuffy,...

Dollar For Your Thoughts, Part 4/14

“Dollar for your thoughts.” “Hm. Were you sent here?” “No,” she told me. “I came down here on my own. I’ve gone rogue.” “You should’ve told me that,...

Pond life

Ponds and life
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Dollar For Your Thoughts, Part 3/14

Connie turned out to be a good traveling companion. I was warming up to her. I reached into the foot well beside her and snatched up the old bag...

Creature Comforts Part Three

Standing at the door that led off from the kitchen down to what her husband called, 'the wine cellar,' Alice bit her bottom lip feeling a slight edge...

Snow leopard

Enigma making great leaps in the folds of mind's snowy wilderness

A Twisted Love Story(Part 3)

Wedding Night... Natasha was beside herself with fear. She had said to Rehaan that she would give herself to him after wedding. She was in a vortex...

Creature Comforts Part Two

Alice was awoken suddenly in the early hours of the morning by the crashing sound of thunder and din of heavy rain pelting against her bedroom window...

Mother Of All

Mother Of All - By Paul McCann Mother of all , Renew hope in our lives when those we love disappoint us . Mother of all , In all our hardship grant...
Cherry

Alithos Anesti.

"Hello?" "Hello?!" "Hello!... Can you hear me?" Echoes. Echoes. Glassy hard sounds, like drips on solid sheening marble rock. A drop, a pause, a drop...

Orange bridge over the Sea

One Sunday my brother led me to make a bridge to nowhere. The uprights of stumps, orange crates for boxed walkway. Bridging the sea from an extrusion...

An Epilogue

(4) An Epilogue P K Routrsay It is high time to introspect at each thought and each act in every aspect as to whether the deed can wipe out their...

Stacy III

We went to school together and were in the same grade. You were such a good person that you deserve a parade. Sadly, you died twenty years ago...
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For John - Experiences and legacies of brutality

When his children (our marriage was a second one for both of us) were in their early teens my late husband John was never able to find a complete...

Desperate Invitation

Ginny, staggered. The bus lurched. “Dark already. I hate nights.” “Good evening,” offered the driver. “Good evening!” “What’s good about it?” She...
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The Dishwasher

The dish machine stands alone. Silent. Open mawed. The locus of the station. An instrument, edifice, tool. The steel unstained, by promise, not to...
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Golden hour

The sun slants, bright and golden, down Calle de Alcalá. Poetry Monthly - September.
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The Visitor

One day an angel in shining, white robes with white wings and a golden halo appeared in the public square of a little town and announced, "In three...

Creature Comforts Part One

A Story In Seven Parts. What had been a balmy Summer's night in August, was about to change as conditions became erratic like the calm before the...

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