Last Night_The Cloud Friend, Snow_The Forest’s Heart_Self-proclaimed Hero
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Last Night
We at the Hierarchy of Morpheus would like to offer you a position as a dream sorter in our human pision. The doctors with beaked masks skate on frozen Styx. There are more names for us than anything else. The red-faced children build with sheets of glass. You should think of us as spirits. The fog blows over the ebony tree. We send dreams to all creatures that dream. The wooden clown dances in the sated baby’s fists. We often use coporeals with their squishy brains to do quality control. The coconut falls into the tide pool. As a human pision sorter you will lie down somewhere with few d...
The Cloud Friend, Snow
Molly looked around. The smell of nature filled around, and sounds of birds singing lullabies chirped. Sitting on a tree house and looking down below you where the flowers was a tiny red dot was scary. But the breezes and winds of gushing air that passes through you is a beauty. Molly slowly closed her eyes, feeling the beauty of silence and nature. She started to feel relaxed when, she was disturbed.' Molly! Hello Molly! Excuse me, are you awake?'Molly snapped her eyes open, and also jumped up. Hmm. A boy was on a ladder, slowly climbing up the ladder. He had medium dark brown hair that was a...
The Forest’s Heart
She took her first breath in a grove of towering aspen trees, under the shadow of a hummingbird’s wing. Her mother was the melody of the mountain stream and her father was the glitter of sunlight through the coin-shaped leaves. The forest cared for her, swaddled her in wildflowers and sustained her with birdsong. When she cried, the butterflies kissed her cheeks and dried her tears. She grew strowww.onedoor.ccng and fast, and in only a few years she was taller than the saplings that sprouted on the day of her birth.When the nights were cold, she slept beside the fawns, curled up against their spotted backs ...
Self-proclaimed Hero
Killing is justifiable, wouldn't you agree?Those were the first words I had heard from my older brother and also the last as he was being led to his death chambers the night before his execution. I had only been three at the time but I could still clearly remember the determination burning in his auburn eyes. My parents sat at my two sides sobbing as he was led away but I simply held his stare. I would never forget that little discreet smirk he flashed me as the door banged shut behind him. The next day, my parents went back to retrieve his body and I wasn't allowed to tag along nor go to the ...