Green Eyed_A New Home, A Fresh Start_Two Paths That Briefly Cross_A Solstice Gift
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Green Eyed
Piercing green eyes. Piercing. Maybe that's what scared them away, she thought to herself as she sat in the lonely shelter waiting for her time to run out. She knew that wasn't it, she was just lying to herself. I'd lie too. She'd rather drift away in denial than accept that it wasn't her eyes, her nose, her whiskers... it was the velvety coat that enveloped her. The black velvety coat that kept her warm at night. The same coat that kept them away. Why me? How could I have done something to deserve this if I couldn't even open my eyes. I was a child, a baby... and already unwanted. What I real...
A New Home, A Fresh Start
It seemed to take forever to arrive at my new home. It had been a long, hot ride with no air conditioning in the cab of a pickup truck. Who makes cars without air conditioning, anyway? I slept as much as I could to keep my mind off the unbearable heat of the south. I did occasionally find myself daydreaming of my new home. I believe it had to be better than the place I had been, a large household of about 20 others living there. Don’t get me wrong: I had left behind some acquaintances and while I might miss them, I knew I was going to a better place. We finally drove up and I saw the most bea...
Two Paths That Briefly Cross
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there lived two people named Sarah and Jack. Sarah was a successful businesswoman who worked long hours at a high-end marketing firm. She was driven, determined, and always striving to be the best. On the other hand, Jack was a struggling musician who played his guitar on street corners for spare change. He was carefree, creative, and lived life on his own terms. One day, their paths briefly crossed on a crowded sidewalk. Sarah was rushing to an important meeting, her eyes glued to her phone as she deftly dodged through the throngs of people. Jack, meanwhi...
A Solstice Gift
For weeks, Sera had paid little mind to the red and gold decor lining the streets of her city. Until it was at her door. The green paint of her apartment walls had peeled more and more every day. Withered by age– it was the oldest complex around. Inhabited by those like her, who did not wish for much company. So, it was a surprise when she beheld the pine-wreath that hung from her front door, left bare for her to decorate. Sera merely snorted before she threw it out. The encounter was enough to remind her, though, of the holiday that arrived. For tonight would be the longest night of the year...