You Got What You Asked For, Didn't You?_The Wind Dances Most Gracefully_The Four Stages of Life_
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You Got What You Asked For, Didn't You?
Barnaby Longfellow sat at his large, polished oak desk and drew out his late father’s gold fountain pen from a drawer set just down to his right. In front of him, a notebook of the finest Basildon Bond writing paper lay flush on the desk, the brilliant white pages staring up at him, in anticipation of Barnaby’s finest cursive handwriting flowing across it. Barnaby placed his fountain pen in the freshly opened bottle of ink, pressed in the pipette and drew up the smooth, ebony liquid from within.Taking a moment, he glanced out of the window to remember the stunning grounds which lay before him....
The Wind Dances Most Gracefully
Elle shifted uneasily in her heels, the shimmering fabric set around her waist swaying fluidly. A grand doorway towered before her, decorated with flowerless vines and weaved straws of wheat. Their rich scent hung sweetly in the air. Faint music floated through the passageway. Elle stilled herself, letting the notes mingle with the whispers of the trees. She exhaled, clenched her eyes shut, and plastered a smile on her face. Leaving the calming presence of nature behind her, she drifted through the doorway. Candles flickered in every direction, and the tiny flames crackled enthusiastically. ...
The Four Stages of Life
The corrugated cardboard is old but intact. The neatly folded folding carton is heavy. Piled up in it awww.onedoor.ccre the notebooks with its papers holding thickly inked emotions. My parents, relatives, family, and friends know me. But does anyone sees through me? Nay, it's me who is aware of everything about me. I can't boast like that. I am the least known; these diaries mirrors most of my self. Do my notebooks carry mysteries? The mysteries as in the location of Cleopatra's tomb. It holds the long-gone things. The things that I need to erase. The happenings which I need to burn. I wish I could dump the...
Lustering Lights
Singing along with the melody of music in my heart is the only thing I can do during this night. It pacifies myself as it removes all the undesirable things in my surrounding. Tranquility is wrapping my body— one of the finest feelings I ever had. “Lynnea! Can’t you hear me? I said come here.” I groaned as my mother pulled out my big white headphone on my ears. Sluggishly looking at her, I grabbed my thing back. “What is it, Vanessa?” I impolitely asked. She just shook her head and pointed the direction of my father who is now sitting on a tiny chair that I used to love when I was a little kid...