The House on Heron Hill_Varnished seating_The Nameless Little Liar_Old lemon tree
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The House on Heron Hill
The house had been in the family for generations. It sat on five acres of land situated near a large pond where, ifwww.onedoor.cc you woke early enough, you could see the neighboring wildlife stop to quench their thirst. Every spring without fail, ducks would nest and lay a new clutch of eggs, hatch and raise the fluffy new ducklings, and then move on once the weather turned. Charlene had spent many weeks of summer in that house, so it wasn't being there itself that felt off; it was being there without Gran. Like her mother, Charlene was an only child so it wasn't surprising that Gran had left the house to ...
Varnished seating
Wheezing, she finally got on the train. Body contorting so as to land unto a seat as quickly as possible, her body slumps on a seat as soon as it lands on it. Soon every other seat and every aisle became filled up to the maximum carrying capacity, many people squeezing the air away from the train. As it becomes more filled, she releases her last wheeze before the train's whistle roars to life. The train's whistle roars once more as the train chugs away from the station. Turning her head to look outside the window, she sees the bright flashes of the police vehicles lighting up the entrance to ...
The Nameless Little Liar
There was once a little boy whose true name none knew and whose true story none remembered or told. He would travel the land for most of his days, telling stories of pure imagination yet at such charm that one would do nothing but believe. One day he stumbled upon a farm, filled with grape trees, yet there were no farmers. Had he not lied about his wit and strength during his trip on the road, he would have not found such a place. His belly roared out of harsh hunger. He stretched his arm to one of the trees and sent the fruit down into his bowels. His tongue danced in joy, and his belly was...
Old lemon tree
He can see the bus stop from where he is standing. The early morning sun shouldn’t be this hot, but it is, and he has no choice but to take cover in the shade of the old lemon tree. At least he thinks it is old - he does not know for how long the tree has been there, just standing in the same place, nor does he care. Well, it is not like anyone will tell him just how old the old lemon tree is anyway. He just knows it is way older than him and older than most, older than anyone he has ever known. Children of all ages stand next to the sign, some more eager than others, waiting for the bus to a...