The Peach Tree_The Island Of Death_Where Juniper Grows_A window is broken or Found broken
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The Peach Tree
The Peach Tree By BriggidyKitty glanced down at the big cookie in her hand. It seemed oddly different. This cookie was missing something and she was unnecessarily angry at it. Walking over to the stained glass window in her office she looked through the cookie shaped cutouts. She could see the snow falling on the mailboxes that lined the street. It made Velvet Hill look so romantic this time of year. The houses were all decorated with icicles, people were walking along the lake and children were playing baseball in the square. This scene is why she chose it for her bakery Scrumptious...
The Island Of Death
When I was younger, my father called me his little nest—his little heir. My earliest memories were of him holding me close, like he couldn't bear me being too far away, like I was the lightning rod that kept him grounded in the middle of a thunderstorm.His skin always smelled of freshly tilled soil and mint leaves, his hair of the honey-and-fruit scented pomade that my An'na specialized in making. Other warriors reek of death but father is different. I remembered sneaking in with the farmers after hunts to till the fields.For the longest time, I knew that wherever I was was where he would come...
Where Juniper Grows
I counted walnuts in my head, the shriveled tan hearts dripping into a bowl, somewhere hidden behind a rock. This was only a fantasy now. Nothing grew south of the forest, and nobody left out nuts in the desert. Each piece of food was treasured by all creatures, and I was a small and unimportant one. We continued toward the sun, which blinded me enough to mask the change of color from evergreen to dusty brown on the surface below. The people moved around like slow crickets, headed the same way as us. They pointed in the air, so we did a few circles and formed the shape of a dolphin. I imagine...
A window is broken or Found broken
It started with one of thewww.onedoor.cc stormiest nights the Briggs family had ever since. Hammering rain and icy winds, thunder, and lighting rattling their measly cottage. Travis Briggs, the eldest of the Briggs children, was shaking. He was a bully and hot-headed, but thunder made him scared straight. Milly, the second eldest, was delighted! She loved storms and often dreams of becoming a meteorologist. She was looking out the window, smiling wildly. Then there was Junior, the youngest. He sat on the ground, not fazed at all the commotion of his family around him. He had an uneasy vibe, his family was a...