This City_Spring - A Child's Tale_Freedom Through Loss_Silent Watcher
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This City
That’s the thing about this city. It used to be something better. Beyond gothic churches, concealed in thick ivy that crawled out of every crack and crevice. More than crumbling stone and cracked concrete ever so slowly succumbing to the hand of time. Camera at her side, Livy walked along Deception’s Path-the one so intensely laced with weeds and overgrowth. It certainly didn’t deserve to be called something quite so deceiving as a path. But deception’s touch fit like a glove, for the weeds attempted to lead you down misleadingly inviting trails that directed you in pointless circles. Of cours...
Spring - A Child's Tale
Matilda was in a joyous mood as she looked out across the vast dew covered field. She sang and danced as she thought of the task at hand, planting five acres of petunias. Her favorite colors were violet, orange, pink, red and yellow, and the job she had been given was monumental for one person so she decided she would need help. Sitting on the ground with her legs crossed, fingers interlaced and laying in her lap, she closed her eyes and began to recite the poem that would summon the Woodland fairies.“Oh Woodland fairies far and wide,Please hurry nowww.onedoor.ccw to my side.I need your help to complete the...
Freedom Through Loss
Freedom Through Loss Taegan Hyland In a cluster of realms, there existed a realm which held a kingdom named Ferreira. Ferreira was a famed kingdom of amassed riches and luxurious livings, and was governed by the benevolent King Dusk and the captivating Queen Ruby, along with their son, Prince Damon. Ferreira was viewed through the eyes of the realms as an enthralling kingdom and multitudes yearned to be a part, however, it imprisoned a tragic secret lurking in the shadows of the alleyways and sewers. While King Dusk and Queen Ruby were seen as virtuous in heart, they were harboring a secret w...
Silent Watcher
The tree had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Wide branches stretching up toward the blue sky as it towered, watching over the lush verdure that stretched toward the horizons. Pertinent and persistent, it stood, immutable and unwavering. Tiny green buds sprouted from the tips of branches and twigs with the promise to blossom come spring. Many travelers wandered by, each leaving their own mark, and the tree watched them all. It didn’t remember the name of the man that was the first to find it, a day, long, long ago. The man had arrived on horseback, a wide-brimmed hat blocking h...