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Coincidence- a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent connection; the fact of corresponding in nature or in time of occurrence
'Luck and Probability'
May wise men have said it before, and many more have heard it: 'there are no coincidences'.
Some may think themselves hated by God.
Others hide behind the shield of Chance, to absolve themselves of their own sullied hand.
And yet, sometimes Destiny plays a little game- and its pawns are made to dance.
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As darkness fell above the city all windows began closing. The smoke of fireplaces danced with the clouds, creating a foggy, translucent curtain above the full moon. Alice found herself once again lost in her book, waiting for her group. The iconic trio would be together once again. Memories of a wall covered in a ketchup mural made her chuckle.
The doorbell brought excitement to her face.
'I'll get it!', Alice exclaimed, dashing to the door. Opening it, she was greeted by a short girl with blonde hair and red cheeks.
'Bestie! Happy new year!', the girl smiled with a congested nose.
'Happy new year queen!' Alice smiled back, hugging her friend. 'Come in, Ben isn't here yet'.
'Why am I not surprised?' Claire said, sniffling while taking off her scarf. 'Your house is so warm- Oh! Hello 'mam!' Claire waved at Martha.
'Hello Claire, happy new year to you too. Sorry for the mess, I'm making loukoumades. I'll bring you kids some once they are done'.
'Thank you 'mam!'
The two girls settled on the living room floor with a game of Uno.
'So, where are we going later?' Alice asked.
'Just around the neighbourhood. Everything is closed, so Ben will probably want to go to the park', Claire responded.
'The park?' Alice hesitated. 'But there aren't any lights there. Wouldn't it be dangerous?' she asked with concern.
'I was thinking the same thing. I was thinking of getting loukoumades, walking down main street and then heading home. It'd be busy, but relatively quiet.'
'Yeah, that sounds good- Uno!' Alice exclaimed with a proud smile, earning a scoff from Claire.
'You're too good at this- oh the doorbell', she stated, eyes wide and expectant.
'I've got it!' Alice ran to the door, her face slightly flushed red. With a deep breath, she opened the door.
'Hey Al, what's up?' Ben's voice was laid back and smooth. He had grown to be a full head taller than her, and his shoulders had widened in the past couple of years. A true glow-up if Alice had even heard of one.
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Archfiend |Ongoing
Fantasy'In the land of Shera, there is no life and no death, Each resides in his cage and thinks himself a free man For he built it himself. And as to him whose cage is made of glass; None is more delusional (nor revered) than he' ~translated from sour...
