noun
noun: idiosyncrasy; plural noun: idiosyncrasies

1. a mode of behavior or way of thought peculiar to an individual.

"one of his little idiosyncrasies was always preferring to be in the car first"2. a distinctive or peculiar feature or characteristic of a place or thing.

"the idiosyncrasies of the prison system"

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𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 was world's best painter. possibly better than van gogh. alas, that's what she was always told. she could paint anything . it was the only thing people really knew about her. then again, she was lucky to even get any sort of praise as a woman.

gosh darn it.

she had ran all out of paint. sasha had possibly used the last of it the day before. she knew she had to get more at some point, but she'd forgot. she pulled on white leggings, black block heels, a puffy pink dress, and a white feather to match it all on her head.

after telling her mother, sasha rushed out the door to get her required material. she had 2 gold coins, each worth 5 dollars in her pocket, which she assumed would be enough. the commons store closed and exactly 6:30 pm, 2 miles from where she was now. walking rapidly, she strolled up to a man,

 "excuse me sir"

"yes m'lady?"

"would you happen to know what time it is?"

the man looked down at his pocketwatch, his tophat almost falling off, "6:15"

"thank you sir"

and with that sasha dashed down the road. she would have run faster if it weren't for those darned shoes.

it had probably been 10 minutes sasha had ran until she stopped for a breather. she could run a mile in 10 minutes. sasha had one more  to go. 

she took a breath and started to walk again. to her left, there was another commons store. how had that gotten there? sasha took this exact road to run on every month to get paint and she had missed this? 

with curiosoty filling her mind, she walked towards the opening. a young boy greeted her,

"'morning miss, how can i help you today?" his accent was rough. both british and australian? sasha didn't know nor care. she needed paint and was going to get it. she had not ran all this way for nothing.

"yes, i'd like a set of paint please." 

"i'm sorry ma'am, we're fresh out."

sarah replied through gritted teeth, "fresh out?"

"afraid so. we have a new batch coming in tomorrow."

sasha couldn't wait for tommorrow. she made money offf of her paintings and had an order due for the exact date of May 17, 1822. she'd get bad marks if she didn't.

"i cannot wait for the next day. are you certain you don't have anything else? if i see you are lying i most definetely won't hesitate to-"

"i'm certain m'lady. shall i give you something else to help?"

"like what?"

the boy took out a peculiar device. it was rectangular and white with a black circle broken into four parts on the down middle part of it. the top circle part read, menu. the left part two triangles facing the left sideways pointing and a simple line. the right part symmetrified the left. the bottom part had one triangle, this time facing the right to two lines. 

at the top of the circle there was a square. also black, but seemed to reflect on her face, like her shoe.

what a strange object

"what is it?"

"this is something to help you deal with the wait."

granted, sasha knew it would only be a day. and she technically did have the power and right to make her customer wait, but sheer wonder made her re-think her minor troubles.

"how much for the object?"

"ten dollars."

sasha placed her hand in her pocket and pulled two five's gold pieces out. she handed them to the stranger as she watched him grin. 

"pleasure doing buisness with you miss!"

sasha rolled her eyes and admired the gadget as she walked. she noticed the circle inside the large circle. how had she missed that? pushing it, her eyes widened when she saw the blue light burst on the reflective square. 

the screen turned white, then the words welcome appeared. the a menu had appeared. on the left there were many different bars. each holding a certaing year. the right read, pick your year.

sasha almost dropped her jaw on the ground. was this witchcraft? voodoo? what if it had been the devil....

either way, sasha was no longer interested as she prayed in her heart. she was only about 3 minutes away from the store. she turned herself around and squinted, not seeing the large tent that had once been there. she rushed and when she got there, the tent was nowhere to be seen.

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we were doing a lesson on the salem witch trials and i took inspo from the time and setting a little bit lmao. i tried to make it sound old timey but i miserably failed, maybe you guys could do better 🙈

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