The Haint Tree_just published_Be a cat_Saved by the clouds
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The Haint Tree
Rooster and Keisha had an understanding. Rooster was the family cat… or technically— he was Keisha’s great-grandma’s cat. It was the family myth that Rooster had more than nine lives and just wouldn’t die. The cat was apparently old as sin and had been around for generations. It had been around when Keisha’s great-grandma was a girl, when her grandma was a girl, when her mother was a girl, and so on and so on….. And apparently he was still here over thirty years later and Keisha was an adult. “You still ain’t dead yet Rooster?” Keisha said amicably to the cat as she walked up the wooden walkw...
just published
7:00 pm, Thursday, 2019A beawww.onedoor.ccutiful young lady walked out of the café, clutching her first book, which she had once considered simple writing“Did I really get a published?” she was dancing along the road as she headed towards her campus.4:00 pm, Thursday, 2018“Oh how did I even finish this shit? I think it was a complete waste of time.” She spoke to herself thinking she had gone quite mad typing this book, so she shut her computer downI need to print this out as it will need a lot of pre-editing before handing it over to a professional editor, or else I would be left with nothing more than a p...
Be a cat
Catherine and Rosie, two elderly women, sat on a park bench on a beautiful summer day. Although their hair had turned platinum with age their step, unsteady, they were still friends, and here they were just as they had been during their childhood. This day was the last of many they had spent together, for they were getting quite old and time was nearing lifes end. Life had been a gift to these ladies, and now they are wise beyond their years. Rosie had always had a deep appreciation for Catherine, who was always selfless and willing to help anyone in need. Catherine was always there to show pe...
Saved by the clouds
Finally, old enough for an adventure, I'd had three weeks exploring the Brazilian coastline, stopping at a small village. I spotted a chalkboard sign for a boat trip and thought I’d give it a go. The condition of the boat should’ve warned me off, large enough for the 20 or so passengers but rather weathered, as soon as we’d set off the two crew, who looked like trainee pirates were throwing drink down their necks. A large American couple berated them for drinking but got a volley of abuse when attempting to get them to focus on keeping everyone safe. The resulting argument provided the added d...