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The Nutmeg Tree THE NUTMEG TREEThe Nutmeg Tree by ~opus58
“What are you reading?” I asked Jeff and casually lifted up the book to take a look at the cover, while he continued reading.
“Mmm..? ‘The Fallen Harp’”, he answered, still absorbed. He looked up, shut the book and said, “It’s about how Satan’s harp fell to Earth.”
I was amused. I myself was interested in the occult but Jeff had never shown any interest before. “Where did you find it?”, I asked, knowing that such books aren’t commonly found in Malaysia.
“In the store-room”, he answered, “Want a mango?”, he offered as he picked one and bega
In Dreams - Part 1 The garden was a pond. Only the concrete remained. Where the grass used to be was now deep dark water, with flickering lights. The moon moved in waves on the black surface. The sky was indigo, but for the silver moon, spherically perfect. He wondered what the lights were.In Dreams - Part 1 by ~opus58
He stepped on to the driveway, cautiously stooping to peer into the wet murkiness. Lights appeared, then disappeared, small glowing lamps which could withstand the wetness of water. Suddenly, a toad leapt from the depths, landing at his feet. He must have yelled a little, and he fallen down close to the water's edge, on the other side of the driveway. He was thankful he had
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) make a sweet melting thing, spicy and hot, and make Mister Woolf and the Little Red Hood felt in love and had, as always in the stories, many many Little Red Woolf Cubs and a sweet kitty named Alexandrina, as the grandma of Mister Woolf 
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