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manic pixie dream girl
ok some quick notes - there's a part 2 to this i just haven't written it yet. it kind of does a complete turnaround and i know where it's going i'm just too lazy to write it even though i want them all to be read in one sitting ahh- this is not related to anythign but i'm bad with titles so i just went with the first thing that came to mind/is kind of a themeish in the story. but also it's the title of a song by addison grace and my favorites of theirs are actually 'overthink' and 'sugar rush' but she's an amazing artist anyways so go check them out :)) - none of this prolly makes any sense bc...
Olivia's Journey
"All aboard, get tickets ready please people", ding ding went the train bell, then the whistle sounding off, Olivia scrambled with her suitcase to her seat, while others behind her pushing and moving quickly also to get in before the train left. It was hot, sweat portruded from her forehead, she wanted a cold drink of water right now, the air thick with people boarding. At last, she found her seat, by the window. Olivia wanted a window seat, she longed to have a good view on her trip. She would visit her cousin in the mountains in Alberta, taking a much needed break from the arduous city life ...
A Memory Best Left Alone
In the front garden of my childhood home, there grew a tall cherry blossom tree. In spring, it blossomed a deep rosy pink, and in only a few weeks, it sprinkled the lawn with light pink petals. I spent many summer days climbing it, and lying in its shade while I read. Fall and winter were occupied with holidays, and winter in particular had wires and lights intertwined about its branches, as if it were blooming in the snow. Although fickle, my memory of that cherry blossom which sat on a soft mound of dirt and wood chips in the front garden of my parents home, had recently come to mind. Which ...
THROUGH FREDERICK’S WINDOW
THROUGH FREDERICK’S WINDOWFrederick woke up and crawled off the pallet in his room. His room was attached to the large chicken coop next to the big red barn that Massa Captain Anthony built not long ago. It was a huge beautiful red barn filled with many animals and feewww.onedoor.ccd of all types that Frederick loved to play in when he had free time.Once his feet hit the wooden plank floor he walked over to the window and looked for the sunrise, which was just beginning to peek out above the treeline behind the large field in front of the barn. There was only one window in his little room and he often watch...