My Brother, Rumpelstiltskin_The Sugar Maple Tree_Overthrown_Love The Snow/Hate The Snow
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My Brother, Rumpelstiltskin
Never, under any circumstances, meddle in the affairs of humans. Humans are unpredictable, mischievous, and violent. If we ever see a human or if a human sees us, what do we do? Hide or runaway. Under no circumstances are we to make deals with humans. If a human is desperate, they become stupid and will say yes to anything. A human's word is useless. Once their desperation ends, they either wise up and demand more, or they break their part of the contract entirely. Finally, unless it is an emergency or a life-or-death situation, magic should never be used on humans. When magic is performed on ...
The Sugar Maple Tree
Trigger warning: suicideBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Dressed in deep shades of burnt orange and carmine. I felt more at home in this very moment than I had over these past 6 months, despite being nurtured by my mother, husband, and son. Heaving a deep-heavy breath through my dry burning nose and out my spit drenched mouth, attempting to soak in the fresh autumn air I studied my surroundings, reintroducing them one by one. A rusted mailbox fastened bywww.onedoor.cc a singular nail, the light pastel blue of the cloudless sky, the neighbors flashy BMW they hardly ever drove. Somehow ...
Overthrown
Overthrown By Maci CurreyI hear the loud beeping sound and see the horrifying red bar sliding across the screen. The horrible beeping sound, the sound of destruction, the sound that haunts me in my nightmares. It reads the word “Breaking” in big bold letters that will never leave your head. A newsperson pops up on the screen, they have a bland expression and voice to match. We gather around to watch, me my mother, my father, and four brothers. “The government is being overthrown, please stay inside, be careful. There have already been many casualties. Anyone caught fighting for the rebels will...
Love The Snow/Hate The Snow
I'm stood at the front door, which leads directly into our lounge, looking out at the freshly laid, untouched, pure white Christmas card scene that the snow has created. It fell at a steady rate last night. There is a coating about three inches deep covering everything in my street. The thing with snow is, some of us love it, but there are others that hate it. I love it, my Dad on the other hand...My Dad is sitting in his armchair watching the television, coffee in one hand, remote control in the other. He raises his voice slightly and with a little agitation says,"What you doing? Shut the d...