Freedom_A WINDOW OF OTHER RELEAM_Weeping Maiden Rock_Where it all began
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Freedom
“Freedom” By: Emily Mask “You are like a flower,” Milo once told me, “Delicate and weak. But after you open up and bloom, you shine in the sunlight above the grass exotically.” I have never been one to fit in the crowd. From my amber hair to my slow comebacks, I have heard all the slander there is to hear. “Kids are brutal these days.” My mom would always reply with. I didn't discover major stress and anxiety until high school when Hailey would come up to me and taunt me at lunch. She would whisper mean things in my ear calling me “pig” and saying “you should eat less.” She would gather a grou...
A WINDOW OF OTHER RELEAM
I WAS WALKING HEART BROKEN, DUMPED AND THROWN OUT OF OUR APARTMENT. I MEAN HIS APARTMENT NOW ONWARDS. I Wwww.onedoor.ccAS JUST STORLLING THROUGH ROADS MY VISION WAS NOT CLEAR AS MY EYES WERE WATERY BECAUSE OF TEARS. SUDDENLY A TEENAGE BOY GRABS MY PURSE. I TRY TO HOLD IT HARDER BUT MY HANDS SLIPS AND HE GETS THE PURSE AND STARTS TO RUN. I STARTED TO RUN BEHIND HIM. I HAVE NEAR BEEN TO THIS AREA. THIS IS VERY ODD. HE HAS VANISHED. MY BAG IS HANGING ON THE WINDOW. THIS DOESN’T HAS A DOOR BUT HAS ONLY A WINDOW. I NEED TO GRAB MY BAG AS SOON AS POSSIBLE AND LEAVE. I WAS JUST GRABBING A BAG HOW I AM ...
Weeping Maiden Rock
By the time I realized a storm was coming in, it was already too late to make it to the shelter. It had come on fast, faster than I had ever seen, and I had lived out here over ten years. I thought I knew the weather patterns but apparently I did not. An hour ago the sky was clear, with not a cloud in sight. Now the wind whipped my hair around my head and half the dome overhead was filled with the towering shape of a massive cumulonimbus, lightning jigging and jagging within it. Pieces of plants and trees flew in the wind that buffeted me as I ran toward home and my scalp prickled with fear as...
Where it all began
She fiddled with a flame, flicking it between her fingers like a magician with a coin. The bright kaleidoscope of reds and oranges reflected in her slate eyes as she glanced up at the chestnut mare that was pawing the ground, anxious to keep moving.“Easy Fyn,” Pen reassured, as she leaned back against the massive oak whose leaves were temporarily giving her respite from the drizzling rain. She dispelled the small flame with a sigh, flexing the cold dampness out of her long graceful fingers.Fyn whinnied as if in disagreement with her flippancy and continued to graze at the grass that was just p...