Caught by the Fortune Cookie_The Lost Cabin_The Nature of Sunflowers_Cherry Pits and Immortality
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Caught by the Fortune Cookie
Anne was staring at the door of her living room in anticipation while exchanging pleasantries with a nice elderly couple from next door. To most people in her neighbourhood, she was just a normal woman in her thirties. She had moved into the neighbourhood five months back after her porce and was an amiable woman. Her friendly and outgoing personality helped her make a lot of friends in the neighbourhood. As the Christmas season arrived, Anne had invited all her neighbours to a cookie exchange at her house. But the cookie exchange was just a disguise, a means to the end. Her motives were comple...
The Lost Cabin
The viciously bitter wind bit my cheeks. Hot tears stung at the corners of my eyes and I swiped them away. My fingers felt stiff and numb inside my brand-new gloves. The gloves brought to mind the past Christmas. My last with her. Good times. Happy times. I shook the memories away and focused my attention on the steep terrain ahead. The grey sky hung like a dirty curtain over the snow-white mountainside. The hardy hemlock trees, burdened by the heavy weight of a late winter snow, stood tall and proud.When I started the hike, large light snowflakes had danced in the cold air. Now, a couple of...
The Nature of Sunflowers
It was an early Summer morning when Maialen decided to visit her favorite spot by the beach to spy on the local boys playing soccer. She hoisted herself twww.onedoor.cco a well positioned rock and brushed the algae accumulating around her gills. She noticed the laughter and chatters of the boys playing turned to cursing and shouting. Their game was interrupted by a single long board that had slid across their field, with a shaggy-haired boy chasing close behind. One boy playing soccer tossed the ball at the skateboarder's head before they all laughed wildly.Maialen's face reddened, "Hijo de Puta! Cabrónes!"...
Cherry Pits and Immortality
I pray for rain, but it does not come. As I stand here, on this land that I could navigate with my eyes closed, this land that has been desolate as all hell for all twelve years of my life and probably longer, I watch as the wind blows, tumbleweeds and dried leaves blowing everywhere. There is nothing in front of me, except my very own bare feet, scuffed and dried for the few years in which I have had no shoes, unable to pay for them. The roof has been rattling for what seems like hours on end, creating a ringing in my ears. I stand here, a handful of cherries in my palm, a gift from The Gods,...