Snow (Reprise)_Snow Prints_Another Success for Herbie Wright_Magnolia's Revenge
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Snow (Reprise)
He hauls the beast from the woodlands to the town. He felt poor calling a deer a beast, for deer are good spirits of the forest, but during hard times it is easier to call many things beast. His family waits for him. They are not starving but they are hungry, they haven’t had meat in a week or so. There was a snow the sky had during the hunt, made it harder to track the beast. But track he must and track he did— tracked it down to the furthest place you can go down— tracked it down to death. Calling it a beast made it seem heavier around his shoulders. It began to snow again after a brief repr...
Snow Prints
I park my car at the head of the trail. Even from within my car, the landscape of the dark green pine trees blanketed with snow is breathtaking. The scenery of a winter wonderland high up in the mountains seems to welcome me home. I grab my hiking backpack and jump out of the car. The sight of my exhaling breath creating a little cloud always makes me smile and feel giddy. I head down to the snow-covered trail. The soft crunch of snow beneath my feet making smile from ear to ear. Every inch of the ground is blanketed in snow, with only small peek-a-boos of foliage and fallen trees reveal...
Another Success for Herbie Wright
Herbie Wright stood before the tiny, toothpaste-spattered mirror in the small bathroom connected to his small office, staring into his own eyes, repeating his positive reinforcement phrases the requisite ten times each to make sure he got his morning off to a good start.“I am a superstar. I can make miracles. My play is a success.”Proper mental preparation was, he knew, the key to his success in a very, very difficult line of work.Herding cats was much too easy a description for Herbie’s job. It was more like trying to catch, contain, and direct a million jelly beans as they spilled across th...
Magnolia's Revenge
Magnolia’s blazing purple eyes peered through the lush curtain of foliage behind which she hid. The only break in her camouflage was the malevolent glint that would sparkle. And reflect in the moonlight. Her hatred found its full vent pouring through those www.onedoor.cceyes and their magically purple color, found only in her family line of witches, morphed and darkened to the blackest of blood suggestive of the internal bleeding she wished to inflict on her victim. The wooded copse in which she hid was blooming with the verdant, seductive bounty of fresh springtime. No trace of the winter past...