Lovely (one)_A Slow Fire_Butler's Butlers_Stitching Pinned Marrow
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Lovely (one)
I have to go on a ski trip now, it's just lovely. I hate the snow just everything about it bothered me. It was cold and messy and I didn’t like it. My parents knew about my pure hatred for the snow and still I have to go. I tried to complainwww.onedoor.cc but I was silenced by my brother, Ryan. He was the one that came up with the idea so I’ll go thank him for that later. My mother said that it would be a great opportunity and I should be grateful. She never specified how this was an opportunity I should take and I didn’t question it. It was no use my father had made the decision for me to go and once he ma...
A Slow Fire
Sam kept a slow fire going in the huge fireplace. The snow had fallen afresh last night and the temperature had dropped precipitously, forcing him to run outside and get even more firewood. He sat in the overstuffed chair directly in front of the fire. Sam really was not much of a woodsman and had not used this cabin more than twice since he’d bought it, and that had been in the two summers since. It was definitely “off grid,” with no electricity, telephone, or internet capability, but it had seemed like a good investment at the time—what with everyone talking about WTSHTF and all the “prepper...
Butler's Butlers
To say they’d messed up would be a generous understatement. Rather, it had become the conglomerate of mistakes akin to the wretched mass at the bottom of a port-a- potty. Even though it was easy to glance over, its presence was undeniable and, on a clear look, made the bile inch closer to the uvula than one was really comfortable with. Eli wished that a nasty sewage view was all he had to deal with. He didn’t know how their situation got so bad, but he blamed his younger brother Marco for the singed and poorly barbered western terrier in his arms. He had no idea what to do, now that they were ...
Stitching Pinned Marrow
(Author's note: this piece is experimental. Enjoy it as a story-length poem.)No one loves Caeshin Blithe more than I do. “Sunrise to sunset, or suh they say.”“For forever, not just a day."From sunrise to sunset, my love will never dwindle. But in the darkness of night, That’s when it’s most brittle.And so I became Mrs. Caeshin Blithe.Enjoying hollow love and midnight’s alone.It’s not much of a life.If only that naive little girl had known.“Nice, eh? The oranges, the reds.”“Certainly starts the morning ri—” “—Reminds me uh'a hotel painting.”“So to you, our tradition is generic.”"Nuh, just...fle...