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Scorched
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The spectacle was simultaneously beautiful and terrifying to watch. The orange glow in the sky and the flames dancing in the crowns of the trees. I tiwww.onedoor.cclted my head to the side and inhaled the hot air. Well, I tried. The ash and the heat made it difficult to breathe, and my lungs burned with every inhale.I knew I should hurry inside, return to safety, but I could not. The scenery was mesmerizing, and I could not avert my gaze. It was as if something compelled me to watch it, as if I had to bear witness to the destruction and bear the burden...
Mr Zhang's Dragon
Mr Zhang’s DragonI won’t bore you with the fine details of how the dragon came into this world because truth be told, I don’t understand how it happened. Something about splicing and genetic reorganisation, ostriches and pterodactyl DNA. What I did understand though, was that the boon to my company (BeiTech) would be incredible. Having found cures or preventions for many of the world’s most common conditions and illnesses, management and the highest-ups had turned their eye to the fanciful and the fantastic. And what could be more fantastic than a living, fire-breathing dragon? What better sym...
Wings of Change
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.I’m enraptured briefly by the crimson and burgundy hues before me. My tiny frame trembles until I burst, throwing my hands in the air in glee.“Momma!” I yell, rushing back in the acorn house and into her arms. Excitedly, I withdraw from her hug to beam at her.“They’re changing!” I shout, pulling the taller woman to the door.“I can see that,” she chuckles softly, running fingers through my raven hair. “But don’t forget the rules. You must wait.” I moan but start laughing when Wind plays with vibrant fronds. I jump to the ground, bare feet ...
Young
"Come on. Push a little harder."The nurse coaxes. She let's out a pained groan."I'm sorry, but I can't do this." she pants and falls back into the pillow behind her. "I'm tired." "No, no. You can't be tired. Come on, just one last push." The nurse dabs her olive skin with a cotton pad, soaking up her sweat. She pushes a few damp strands of hair behind her small ear and looks to the midwife positioned between the young woman's legs. They exchange nods."Come on, sweetie. Your baby's getting tired."The young lady turns her head away from the nurse to the other side and repeats this twice. Her eye...