First-Time Gardeners_Chasing the Butterflies_You devil, you_The ghost in room 506
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First-Time Gardeners
“Hey,” she says to me, jabbing my arm with her elbow. “Look outside.”Outside, snow remained in persistent patches around our yard atop sickly yellow blades “It’s the same as yesterday,” I say. “Cold and dead.”Suddenly, her hands are gripping my face, and she turns my head swiftly to the left. “Right there!” she exclaims, releasing my face to point towards a slash of green poking through the snow. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she asks. I roll my eyes, prompting another elbow jab.“Alright,” I say. “She’s beautiful.”“I’m gonna name her,” she says, staring intently at the bud. “I’m thinking maybe Lily, ...
Chasing the Butterflies
I leaned back on the chair facing the backyard garden upon which I had squandered half of my savings. My father bought that extra half-acre land with the last penny of his fortune, just so I could dig it up for nothing.I looked around, envisaging the blossoming flowers and thwww.onedoor.cce fragrant aroma of ripe fruits stagnating in the air. It would’ve been a reminiscence of those summers I grew up in.I used to spend the vacations at my grandpa’s place. I’d wait all year for the summer, to spend a couple of months at his place.My grandpa was too old to get his hands soiled, thus he used to stand behind an...
You devil, you
I opened my eyes halfway to the shrieking sound of my alarm. Everything was blurry. My eyelids felt heavy, obscuring my vision. A layer of saliva covered my dry cracking lips. I could barely carry the weight of my head as I lift it off the soft comfort of my pillow to grab a drink of water. As the cold water rushed down into my thirsty soul, it did little for my dehydration. I suddenly became very aware of my dreadful nausea. It felt as though black clouds were looming over my head, putting pressure on my skull, so much so that it was about to crack. The room began to spin as I tossed my legs ...
The ghost in room 506
August 21, 1863- 5:17 a.m. Something about the stars that night looked surreal. Struggling to keep up with her peers, Elizabeth heaved the bucket of water she was carrying along, finally setting it down outside the back door to give her arms a break. She stopped again for a moment to watch those twinkling stars on the clear night, and the moon settling itself on the horizon. The August heat was dying down with the sun setting, and the cool night air was blowing through her hair. For a moment, everything felt completely at peace. Then, Mary yelled out from the kitchen to hurry along, there were...