The Star That Falls Unseen_The Serpent and The Dragon_A Window Into Motherhood_Ants Bring Rain
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The Star That Falls Unseen
“To the someonewho reads by flashlightwho sees dragons in the cloudswho feels most alive in worlds that never werewho knows magic is realwho dreamsThis is for you...Mom.”-Cienna JohnsonStars Can Mean So MuchI remember…I remember…I remember…That’s what everyone says, but “remembering” can’t and won’t bring my mom, or my soon-to-be little sister back.Sometimes I just sit in my room, lying in my bed, thinking about how I will never see my mom laughing...or crying again, how I will never get to see my baby sister’s little hands and feet. On those days I just let myself feel depressed because I do ...
The Serpent and The Dragon
The river wound, twisting and turning through the shallow valley. The melancholy humm of the stream sounded out, bouncing off of the mountainside. Tall grass grew rampant,www.onedoor.cc spread across the lands along with fern and flowers, and rabbits and bunnies hid amongst the shrubbery. Amidst the chaos, there was a girl. She was young, but not too young. She was in her twenties. She wore a red kimono, embellished with flowy pink ribbons and a black obijime, and her hair was held up in a neatly tied bun. She was waiting. For what, it was hard to tell. The girl sat with her legs like a mermaid's tail, sile...
A Window Into Motherhood
I don’t know why I bother brushing the pale pink and white gingham curtain aside. The view isn’t going to have changed in the ten minutes since I last looked. Maybe I move the curtain back because looking outside gives me something to do, gives my mind a place to wander amongst the darkness of night. Or maybe I do it because although it’s only been ten minutes it feels like it’s been hours. I groggily look out at our backyard with the bare garden dimly illuminated by the moon, then past that to the expanse of trees that guard our property. The yard was one thing that drew me to the home. I pic...
Ants Bring Rain
Ants crawling on the wall meant rain is coming soon.Sarah always mentioned this to Naila. ‘It is how nature works,’ she would say, but then she would ask Naila to spray insecticide as soon as she sees an army of them marching on their walls. ‘I don’t like ants,’ she would say. ‘Their bites hurt and itch for days.’They were in the kitchen that afternoon. Naila watched the army of ants crawling diagonally up and down the kitchen wall while she cooked sticky rice mixed with coconut milk and lots of sugar. The slow hypnotizing movement of the ants visually satisfied Naila. She wondered where did t...