I always smile but my eyes are sad_The Eastern Sun_How Fall Taste_Toy Story
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I always smile but my eyes are sad
I have a charmed life with hired hands who wait on me, friends who appear out of nowhere with a phone call, and the heavy job of being some wealthy girl’s boyfriend. I am afforded luxuries I can't spell from names I wasn't taught to pronounce but this is a precious life. It is my precious life and neither death nor age will fracture my youth. I will be eternal in this 23-year-old cocoon flung into a future everyone around me will be too deceased to experience with me. I hear the process is something about cryogenic stasis which I can't spell either but if it keeps my skin still and beautiful, ...
The Eastern Sun
The final rise of the eastern sun. The tranquil sunrise cast untold shadows across the city. The orange light was reflected in her dark eyes. Long shadows slithered onto her face and made her appear older than she was. Ioni was settled at the local cafe, her nails tapping impatiently against the wooden table. It was now, just before the sun rose fully into the sky, that she called the Golden Hour. Even though people weren’t usually awake at this early hour, there were a few lingerers at the cafe door. She let out a cloudy breath. It was chillier than yesterday’s dawn, she noticed. But Ioni wo...
How Fall Taste
"I am so excited Jordyn," I spoke so eagerly with my sister as I reached my hand to the door handle. I could already smell the new recipes of what was freshly baked this morning. However, today I was not here today for the shops cookies and cakes. I was here for their new line of drinks. This was my only afternoon off and my only chance to visit The Mad Hatter. My sister was less excited about the drinks than I was. She was more interested in the girl who made them. I don't care That I get to be a third wheel. It is fun sometimes. My sister dressed up in her red flannel dress andwww.onedoor.cc brown boots. ...
Toy Story
Wendy moved a lot. Not like any kind of body movement, or dancing, or even a walk in the park. She moved her household, her private domain, her pad. And with each move, to each new neighborhood, she lugged around belongings as old as her babyhood. A caramel mohair Steiff bear from the 1950s, matted and waxy. A wooden baby doll crib on plastic wheels with lambkin decals on the end panels. Cardboard books bound with metal rings written in German about guardian angels and Cinderella. A pale pink music box that once played Brahms' Lullaby with a dirty white ribbon and the missing pink acorn from...