Category: 100 Words
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Someone’s Shaking – StormWeaver Episode #22
I open the pouch.Rose glares.I smirk.The brown stone is safe within, not the cause of this trouble.The floor shakes.Glass bottles, tea cups, and window latches rattle.Books topple from the shelf.Rose picks up her knitting.The clink of needles lost in the music of a hundred objects jostling.“Does this happen often?” I ask.“It’s because of where we…
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Lingering Habits of Love- A 100 Word Tale
Every morning that door is in my view; The iron gate rusted but reminiscent of glory days. I prefer to walk the other direction, Past 1214 with its smiling cement lions, welcoming, whimsical I smile back in spite of myself. But no, mornings would not be for that.It was to the park and green lawns…