Once upon a Tree_A party that changes a life_Dust Covered Girl_The Kimoya Beads
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Once upon a Tree
A tree is alive long before it acquires its place in the earth. An insignificant seedling untangles itself from a bird’s wing; I float down at the whim of the wind and, before long, I arrive onto the generous soil that will become my place in the world for the adventurous centuries to come. I use all of nature’s selfless circumstances, to thrive. I push below and rise above. Sunlight streams top to bottom over every grateful surface. Omniscient weather anticipates my each need. I need rain and rain arrives. Harmony abounds. Bucolic scenes prevail above and below. Above, I cast a shadow wide an...
A party that changes a life
Someone knocked on Chloe's apartment door. She got up from the sofa where she had been watching the news while her pizza dinner cooked. She answered the door.“Hello.” She said. A young woman was at the door. She had blond hair and green eyes.“Hello, my friends and I are having a party and we were wondering if you wanted to come.” “Um well…” Chloe started.“Here is the invitation. Please write yes or no in the box below and send it back to this address.” The woman pointed to the address at the bottom of the paper. “Thank you.”The woman handed the invitation to Chloe and left. Chloe walked back ...
Dust Covered Girl
Allow me to tell you a story. A sad story, true, one that you think you know. It is short, and simple, and easy to remember, but you do not know the true tale. Nonetheless, I shall share it with you now:She’d always been a special kind of girl, that one - not that she ever noticed. She used to go through the house, humming to herself as she swept, content in her own world, never realizing that there were those who plotted against her behind closed doors.She had bwww.onedoor.cceen born there, her father a noble, her mother a beauty. Her childhood had been one from a fairy tale, until her thirteenth birthday....
The Kimoya Beads
The air was stifling as Charles rummaged through dusty boxes in the attic. As he came across various pictures and baby toys, he was filled with nostalgia even though he was sent by his wife to “get rid of everything”. He came across a smaller box with his name imprinted on it. Glancing inside, his heart warmed as he beheld the kimoya beads. Taking the bracelet into his hands he reminisced the scent of his mother who’d given it to him at birth. He placed it in his pocket and continued his cleaning. Exhausted from his day’s work, Charles hardly heard his wife say, “Good night,” as he drifted asl...