The first time_Memories in the Snow_THE FLOWERS_Just Like We Used To
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The first time
It was almost time. Poppy stared out thewww.onedoor.cc frozen window, looking at the white snow. She waited, but knew she didn't have to wait long. After a short while, she walked into her room, got her boots, coat, hat, gloves, and put them on. Poppy walked outside and felt a rushing cold breeze hit her cheeks. She looked at the landscape, it was quite a sight to see, the trees were shimmering in the sun, it looked very peaceful. The houses looked like they were never even painted a color, just pure white, and the fence was nothing but covered in snow. Poppy sat on the snow staring at the trees, and heari...
Memories in the Snow
You know, from the moment you’re born, that you’re meant to be a Memory-Keeper. As your eyes open for the first time, looking around at the wonders of the world you’ve been born in, you can see the semi-transparent “shadows” behind people, looking on with expressions of wonder or sorrow or joy. They all have a blue glow, and are younger versions of the people they follow. When you leave the hospital (you’re always born in a hospital) you can see hardly-there people standing around, clear like glass and mostly nervous. A man talking rapidly on his phone. A woman hugging her son. A girl holdin...
THE FLOWERS
THE FLOWERSIThe fragrance drew her to the cave. She was twelve years old, and alone. It was mid-winter in Poland, and Anna was taking a different route home from school. It was a fairly warm day for February, and Anna liked to go places no one else ever went to. She loved to see the deep snow in the forest valley. Pristine in its loveliness, it looked so pure without a footstep anywhere, save for hers. She felt like she was the only one ever to see this small valley, and that made it her own special place.Of course, no one ever went into the valley. Suppose...
Just Like We Used To
I begin styling my hair, my hand so used to the motion I barely even think about it. Instead, my thoughts drift to the person I am about to see, that I haven't seen in so long ago.Mike.Even thinking about his name feels surreal. We barely even saw each other the other night at the bar, I didn't even know he was back in town. It was like seeing a ghost. Mike apparently felt the same as I remember the way his eyes widened. What surprised me, though, was how instead of asking how I was or something that people usually say when they haven't seen each other for centuries, he suggested going sledd...