The Trickster_The water walkers_Her Alluring Voice_Philomela and Diadon
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The Trickster
I wake to the sound of “Airy” the cock, pushing my quilt to the side of my bed I’m already yelling at his impatience. “Ima comin.” Groaning as I fill a pot with birdseed as I walk outside with my bare feet not even bothering to change into today’s kit. Airy seems momentarily satisfied by the seed I spread through the coop, although he’s quite the unpredictable one, often attacking without warning. As I feel the rest of the chickens, I keep a close eye on Airy. My mother’s got breakfast on, amazing how I can smell it over all the animals. I start into the house and she starts the hollerin’ rig...
The water walkers
“Come back before 6 for dinner!” ”Ok Grammy!” The girl rushed into the woods surrounding her grandmas house, hungry for knowledge. On the rare occasions that Teresa was left with her grandma, she was never allowed to explore. Her Grammy Ma’ama always wanted to sit and knit and watch lil Teresa dance. Sometimes Grammy Ma’ama got in the puzzling mood, or wanted to bake cookies, but the main thing she did was sit. Teresa disliked sitting opposed to exploring. Grammy Ma’ama‘s house was located in the middle of tons of land, yet Grammy almost never explored it. Teresa was going to explore it today,...
Her Alluring Voice
The Ocean.The pounding waves on the sun-gilded shores, the lullaby that puts children to sleep every night.The crimson sun over the sparkling water, a halo that lights the sky every morning.The never-endingwww.onedoor.cc sea-foam that tickles and teases the shore, reaching for what it can never have.The moonlit tide, ever-changing beneath the starry sky it so faithfully reflects.But the best part, what lies beneath.Humans have traveled the surface of our waters for centuries, from the Vikings to modern-day tourists. They go out in their tall, white boats and they admire what it's like at the top. They can't...
Philomela and Diadon
I remember a story. I believe it was a rather sad one.It is told that in the very beginning there were two spirits.One was he who roamed the woods and cities and ruled over the minds of men. Revered in all, respected, obeyed, he brought order to where so ever his travels led. Where he came from, no one could say for sure. Yet his origins were never questioned, mostly because it was clear to the people who had had the fortune of encountering him that he did not like the subject. It is a tale of beginnings, and by association, of endings. He did tell it once however, in a bar with a glass full o...