REUNION: A TANGLED TAPESTRY OF LIVES_The Mind Stone_The Child in the Forest_Cogito
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REUNION: A TANGLED TAPESTRY OF LIVES
Standing in the quaint antique shop, Ruby held an old photograph in her hand stunned by the face looking back at her. It was her face but not her face as she knew it. This face was older and had seen more of life. She clutched the photograph wondering what had propelled her to enter the antique shop. Yes, antiques were her passion. She especially liked looking through antique photographs from the Victorian era. Still grieving over her mother’s death about a year ago, she sought comfort by traveling to pursue her passion for the Victorian era. She was visiting Wycliff because it was small, and ...
The Mind Stone
It wasn’t the acrid smell of the smoke drifting into my bed corner which woke me, nor was it the heat of the flames or the cries of the villagers fleeing for their lives. It was Otis, my faithful weasel who saved my life that night. He had snuck into my pocket as usual to share my warmth as I lay curledwww.onedoor.cc up on the straw mattress, and it was the sharp nip of his teeth on my finger which alerted me to the danger which I was in. I awoke with a start, disorientated. The small hut was already full of smoke, and ghostly red flames were licking their way over the rough straw roof. If I didn’t get out ...
The Child in the Forest
It was Midautumn when father found the child. The girl that would change my world. My father was a hunter and had gone out with three other men from the village to hunt boar. The leaves had all but fallen from the trees already and there was a chill on the wind that seemed to press down on the village, forcing everyone to stay in their homes huddled around their hearths and bundled in their wool and furs. The harvest was over, and the lord in his stone keep on the hill had gotten his due, despite the village barely having enough for the winter as it was. At least that's what mother told me as...
Cogito
I first met Thaddeus Rathbone during my undergraduate program at UCLA. There for different majors - he for computer science and I for graphic design - we shared several gen eds and a deep love of all things tech. From the wheel to cell phones, many study sessions were spent gushing over the most interesting thing we saw in Wired or some gear one of us recently acquired. Fast friends, our favorite after school pasttime was scouting garage sales for rare or old machines and parts.The summer going into our senior year, he hosted me at his (parents’) house in Owens Valley. The main house was an a...