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Su MorenitaOf all the things Sarah Williams had not expected waiting at her apartment door, a mariachi band had been pretty far down the list. A goblin mariachi band was even further down.
A goblin mariachi band with a certain king as the lead singer was past unexpected into borderline disturbing. Besides that, it was by far the last thing she needed after a long, rather frustrating day at work.
Yet there he was, the infuriatingly handsome Jareth himself, dressed to the nines as usual. He wore a dark suit with metallic embroidery, a long, dramatic cape, and a traditional Mexican hat. Though the costume seemed somewhat at odds with his blond hair and f
To Listen"Go only where you're meant to go,"
The watchman said to me.
"Do only what you're s'posed to do
Be where you're s'posed to be.
See only what we tell you to,
Do only what we say,"
Then on the head he patted me
And sent me on my way.
"Come listen to our stories,"
Whispered ghosts of things long past.
"Walk where once our own feet tread
Peer through the dirty glass.
Investigate the attic,
Filled with photos and old trunks.
Recognize true beauty
Where most people just see junk."
I puzzled and I pondered.
The decision caused me strife.
Should I obedient, trusting be;
Let authority make my life?
Or should I follow my own mind
The Other Story
Why, hello, child. Do you like stories? Most children do, you know ah, of course you do! Come sit here by me and Ill tell you a truly fascinating story.
You know of a brave little girl named Coraline who used to live right in this very building. Coraline is grown and gone now, with children of her own, but this story isnt about her or them. This story is about a girl who lived her long before Coraline; a girl named Anna.
Anna lived with her family in this house, just like Coraline, but her family owned the whole house. Her room was on the east side of the house, and she loved to watch the sunrise. Sewing and telling stories
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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