A Unicorn's Decision_Solstice_The Observer_Morana
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A Unicorn's Decision
Lawrence the unicorn was exhausted. He’d been traveling the continent searching for more of his kind. Finding even just one other of his kind would satisfy this great and heavy need. He had roamed all the way down through Alaska to King Cove, then all the way north to Utqiagvik. He had made his weary way across the Northwest Territories to Nunavut, then down through every Canadian Province to the tip of Newfoundland, to a little town called Blanc Sablon. His coat grew as shaggy as the wild mountain horses of the vast white tundra of the horseshoe, not quite polar bearish but thick and warm. O...
Solstice
I haven’t seen the sun set for 30 days now. An inflated orange ball hangs ominously in the sky bathing the scissor-needled pine trees and crystal mirror lakes in a fiery glow. Each evening I like to come to my spot on the hill overlooking the town and watch the sun race across the sky – I will it to dip out of view, to defy nature. But these are the days of the midnight sun, when the Eartwww.onedoor.cch’s axial tilt teases the sun as it chases the skyline from left to right, the horizon tantalisingly near but always just out of reach.My face is bathed in a rosy glow and I reach to touch the swollen skin aro...
The Observer
TW: Harassment I sit back against the cold seat on the Subway, The seat is always freezing but I never remember to bring an extra jacket to drape over it. It’s a Saturday and luckily I don’t have work so I have the whole day to myself. My music is loud in my ears but not loud enough because I can hear two guys across me snickering as they look me up and down. My stomach churns all of the sudden and I bring my legs to my chest. I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll aimlessly through Instagram, trying to pass the time. The guys laugh even harder and I look up, I see a notebook on one of th...
Morana
She dragged a stone and sat on it trying to peer through the slit. Oh, the stone was not tall enough. She wasn't able to see outside clearly when she sat on it. She looked around and ran to pick up a dry leaf that had fallen into the log. She laid the leaf on the log floor and folded it several times and pressed it down with both her tiny arms to lessen the bumpiness. She kept the bundle of folded-dry-leaf on top of the stone. The leaf crackled as she adjusted herself on top of it. Now the seat had the right height, and she could keep watching outside as much as she wanted.Morana was her name....