Stories tagged “Mary”
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Twisted Love - Rob
Hannah couldn’t believe that she had perceived anything as beautiful before she had seen Rob. Nothing seemed as wonderful or spectacular. Rob had brought a new light into her world, had given it a new breath. There was a shinning new light to her...
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Twisted Love - Mary the know-it-all
Sure once she started talking you couldn’t get her to stop and every story she told revolved around the same five topics but when it came to the dating status of an athlete she was your girl. It was easy for her considering she had been with just...
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Twisted Love - The Answer
3 minutes later Come What May could be heard coming from Hannah’s pocket. Mary sure was quick with the responses. Funny thing was, she might not understand standard formal English, but she sure could write it. Her response read, “As far as ...
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Twisted Love - A Miracle
Well he hadn’t been with Mary. That was always a good thing. A miracle and a good thing. Almost as good and miraculous as him being, she dared to think it, available. What a great stroke of fortune. She might actually have a chance at happiness h...
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Fantasyland XVI
Harold’s werewolf problem had not eased, in fact it was worst. The pair were creeping about each other in a weird dance made more so by the fact that neither Harold nor the werewolf were good dancers. Every time the werewolf lunged, Harold moved....
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Fantasyland XVII
It’s not every day you come across a former partner who now takes the form of a werewolf. The usual conversation topics normally associated with running into an ex-girlfriend down the street in the local convenience store don’t seem to quite cut i...
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Fantasyland XVIII
“I didn’t want to harp on about your werewolfness, that’s all,” Harold spluttered in his defence, “what kind of person do you think I am to jump on in and probe you about your now very obvious genealogical link to canines?” Mary loo...
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Fantasyland XIX
As a rule there are two things in life that you want to avoid, the first is to stay clear of the M4 on a public holiday weekend and the other is don’t go around scaring werewolves. Neither promote any kind of longevity in this world. The mysterious m...
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Etudes of Summer
“The fog is long passed. Why must you fret so?” Mary Whitham asked her question from the doorway, not daring to cross the threshold. Barnaby didn’t look at her but ceased from his reading and covered his weary eyes with his hand, R...
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Love Amidst the Gravestones
I found myself standing in the graveyard with flowers again. It wasn’t even a particularly nice graveyard. It was just a place where people’s bodies were delivered when they died. I was one of two exceptions and I was here for a kiss. The f...
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Cemetery Surprises
A giggle erupted from behind me. I turned expecting exactly what I saw- nothing. Mary delighted in hiding from me, proving that the graveyard was hers and reminding me that I was a guest. Slim, cold hands slipped over my eyes. A new game today? Well I ...
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Goodbyes (I)
I enter the diner and wait until the cop car is out of sight. I jog to the club and head for the Employees Only door, though I haven’t been one for a while now. As I walk in all the girls jump in surprise. It’s been a while since I’ve...
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Goodbyes (VI)
“What is it?” Mary asks, a little concerned. “Wait, why are you even moving?” “Some director or something was in the club and saw me. Fell in love with my act instantly and offered me a job as a model after the show. I tol...
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Goodbyes (VII)
Now there is only one more place left to go. My place. Mary said I could sleep at her place tonight and she’d buy the extra ticket. I tell Ethan everything on the way to my house. From Ruth to my plan. I guess he has a right to know. He’s u...
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Katherine of Aragon
A finely dressed figure was knelt before the altar of the chapel. Latin prayers poured out of her mouth as she clutched her hands together in front of her. Her eyes looked up adoringly at the Madonna before her, as tears poured out of her eyes. Katheri...
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Decades
It’s been ten years since I’ve seen the one I love. Ten years since I’ve looked into her eyes. No longer. I’m finally going to see her again. Ten years ago I met a girl named Margaret, she hated her name. She insisted on being c...
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Mary's Journey: A Strange Awakening
Mary rubbed her belly again trying to figure out why she was feeling so empty. She wasn’t hungry or at least no food sounded good. Her fingers probed through the thin gown into the soft flesh of her stomach. No muscles felt sore but there was a k...