Wiggling_Corbie_Primavera_Sea glass
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Wiggling
That’s the thing about this city; it's magic. It's a conglomeration of fantasies melded into a world that she dare not leave, for fear of not finding her way back. It's been three weeks in this city. Three weeks of utter bliss and perfection after waking up in that chair. For once, that chair didn't have wheels. For once, her feet moved one in front of the other, from that chair to the front door. It's her own little universe, where the lawn is freshly mowed, but you never hear a mower. All you hear are birds singing songs, and children playing down the street, where the swings could touch th...
Corbie
I don’t recall my nest very well, but I do remember falling out of it. My wings flapped, but I still hit the ground with a thump, right on my back. I gasped for breath, clawing for air, and finally I was able to call up to the nest. I cawed and cawed until I grew hoarse, but my parents didn’t come.Then I heard a soft voice say, “What’s wrong with…oh.” Gentle hands picked me up. The woman had long black hair, almost like feathers, and she carried me inside. Her nest seemed enormouswww.onedoor.cc--a long room, with white walls and a floor that looked like the wood of a tree, but it slipped and slid under my f...
Primavera
Venus’ sandaled foot stepped out of the painting, finding depth and the fullness of three dimensions. Her red cape dragged the floor as she glided through the dark gallery. Each step tossed her hips wide like a dance. She didn’t look back - she never did. This was her one day in life and not art. “It’s happening!” whispered Thalia to my sister Euphrosyne. “Spring is here!” See, that was Venus’ role: she woke the earth to springtime. Knocked the chill out of the air and told the sun to hang around more. Next went Mercury. He didn’t walk, just flew with a zip out of the painting to, well, wherev...
Sea glass
The seawater aroma tickles my nostrils with a tangy scent of salt. This.This is where I belong. For me the ocean is more than a place, its the place I go to find myself. I think I love the ocean because it's calm, beautiful, and infinite. But also it's harsh, angry, and magnificent. And that what intrigues me.I lay my starch white canvas on the smooth wood of my easel. For ten years I have lived by the sea, and for ten years I have come to this very cliff to capture its splendor, and for ten years I have failed. No words, artwork, or person, can describe the xanadu of the sea. Today I have com...