The Journey Itself_Mrs. Stanford in Apartment 3G_Painter_The Barren Woman’s Child of Loch Awe
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The Journey Itself
The air is chilly high up in the sky, and gusts of wind buffet me from different directions. My feathers keep me warm though, and I am expert at navigating any wind. I shape my wings and tilt my body every which way withwww.onedoor.ccout thought, and the wind and I make promises to one another, promises that we keep with every slight change in direction. I tilt my head, looking down at the foreign ground beneath me. The wind pounces at the motion, trying to force my entire body down to follow my gaze, but I adjust my wings and maintain elevation without effort. We make each better, the sky and I. For what...
Mrs. Stanford in Apartment 3G
“Shut the front door!” Aisha shouted.It was Halloween night and Aisha was dressed up in her Mae West costume. She chose that costume because she had curves just like her idol, Mae West. She brought a bright red dress that was fitting her form just fine according to her husband, Fred. She found a blonde wig and a small red hat at a thrift store and paired it with some ruby red 2 inch heels. She looked fierce. Mae West had nothing on her. The boa she borrowed from her sister set the whole costume off and she was glad she chose it. Fred on the other hand was dressed as the Incredible Hulk. He ha...
Painter
'Mom, no one from my friend circle is choosing engineering. Only I am the one,' argued Raj to his mother.'So What? You have to make your life on your own.' And then came the most used phrase of parenting, 'If they all jump into a well, will you?' Raj was rendered defenseless by this argument from his mother. 'Mom, if that 'Well' has gold at its bottom, then I will not hesitate....''Wake up, Raj. It is time to Land,' said Samuel, a fellow astronaut of Raj. Raj woke up from his sleep inside the sleeping pod of a space shuttle while he was revisiting a memory in his dreams. 'Too soon. Ain't we s...
The Barren Woman’s Child of Loch Awe
Mists permeated throughout the highlands of Scotland. No one knew where the mists began or where they would end. The mists were the hiding places of ghosts, secrets and legends. For the residents of the manor house near Loch Awe, going out after dusk was forbidden. Everyone knew the ghosts played through the last stroke of midnight. A faint knock on the kitchen door surprised the man servant who was tipsy with ale dripping down the front of his shirt. He pushed over a chair and asked in a raspy voice who was there. The reply was more startling. It was a woman or girl to his hearing. She sounde...