One Dream_Music of the night_Letting My Butterfly Soar_0815
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One Dream
"It doesn't count if your already planning your defeat," said Ally as we walked to the competition. "Why don't you ever consider being positive for once." The bright yellow sun basked upon her red freckles. Besides being close friends since we were eight, Allie and I were very distinct. She had short, frizzy red hair, while I had long brown hair. She had 3 siblings, but I was an only child. There are so many other things that set us apart. The one big similaritywww.onedoor.cc however, and it may be the only one, was that gymnastics had always been apart of our lives. It has been apart of my life since when...
Music of the night
Avril was in a cab to her way home, but the driver took the other direction. The cab stopped near the graveyard. The driver said,“this is your stop,”“but this place is not my home,”“you’ll understand once you get there,”“am I meeting someone?”. The driver grinned. She got off the car and looked around. Moss-laden marble pillars stood as despairing guards on either side of the cemetery. Behind the ancient wrought-iron gates were rows upon rows of crumbling gravestones, their engraved epitaphs bathed in a light split from an ashen moon. Gnarled trees hunched over most of the expanse, plunging th...
Letting My Butterfly Soar
I was reluctant to let Anna trick-or-treat, to say the least. It had taken me until she was five to even consider enrolling her at school. Preschool. I knew she was smart. I knew she could handle it. I guess that I just wasn’t ready for it. For the storms of teasing, and questions, and curious looks, and insults. For my baby not to be sheltered in my nest her whole life. Anna was born with congenital limb deficiency of the legs-she was born without legs, nothing below where the top of the knee wou;d be. I felt like I had failed as a mother. Why could every other woman give birth to a…. a nor...
0815
The radio crackles at 0815, a hollow voice alerting officers to attend a firearms complaint at a nearby house. Clicking on the lights and siren, I wheel my unmarked black SUV around, heading at speed to the rural town of 900 souls. Upon arriving, my ears ring with fired shots volleyed from outside the one-level residence towards our vehicles. I crawl below the gunfire to comfort a woman shot by the suspect. My eyes scan her injuries that my first-aid trauma trained brain recognizes as a significant threat to her life. A lull in the shooting enables the emergency response personnel to provide m...