Golden Eyes_The Will_SURREALISM_Waiting for the Woodsman
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Golden Eyes
It was a serene, peaceful morning. The waves were lapping over each other softly. The calm winds were gently ruffling up Clara’s dark hair. Clara always felt at ease when she’s at the beach. Every day, she would come to the beach to watch the sunrise, and then go for her morning jog. Today was no different, at least that’s what she expected. As Clara was walking towards her favorite spot, a huge rock shaped like a throne at the top, she noticed that someone else was perched on her throne. (Yes, she nicknamed that rock as her throne!)She observed him from afar. He seemed to be new in town. (She...
The Will
Trigger warning: domestic abuse"If you are reading this then I am no longer apart of the waking world. Though news of my passing might not come as a surprise, and more so conjure up thoughts of a farewell party...I humbly regret to inform you that that will be short lived. Whilst my brother has made many fortunes by means of embezzlement, I , on the contrary have not. With that being said, I have entrusted what little I did possess to my niece. Or should I say my daughter. This may come as a bit of a shock, and despite protest of absurdity, I assure you it is true. A finally screw you to ...
SURREALISM
Richard was 17 years old. Coming from a lower middle class family, he had never been one to ask for things, especially at Christmas time. He accepted what he had, realizing he was still better off than a lot of people. But as an older teen living in a time of an exploding music scene in 1965, (Rolling Stones, Beau Brummels, Beatles, Byrds), he wanted to be a musician and experience that excitement. And for the first time in his life, he began dropping verbal ‘hints’ to his dad for a set of drums at Christmas. So his dad, who had been playing guitar since the age of 6 and still played music i...
Waiting for the Woodsman
Granny and I are waiting for the woodsman, and he is late. Often we wait like this, crushed together in the dark, her bony elbow dangerously close to my eye, my pointy knees digging into her back. The indignant chicken that made up the wolf’s lunch flaps and squawks incessantly, and nearly suffocates us with its feathers. They say that adversity brings people together, and in this moment we have never been cwww.onedoor.ccloser.It’s odd how often we find ourselves in this situation. Every time I go to visit granny, we both get eaten, much to our surpise. It is only when we are crammed inside the wolf’s belly...