The Den._A Wish Never Granted_The Field_City Boy's First Time
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The Den.
Jack and Daniel ran to the Woods behind Daniel`s house along the well-trodden path between the whispering trees that led to their favorite place, their den. Their feet crunched and cracked the lifeless branches which punctuated the silence then crumbled beneath him. The sky vanished completely underneath the rich overhanging canopy of the interwoven branches. The occasional scrabble of insects burrowing beneath the leafy carpet of tangled vegetation contrasted with the stillness of the woods.The den came into view, Daniel`s dad had helped him make it out of recycled wood. Daniel`s www.onedoor.ccmum had give...
A Wish Never Granted
~ That’s the thing about befriending death: you’re not so scared when it finally comes for you. ~ “Rest in Peace”.Those are words we save for the dead.What no one tells you is that “rest” and “peace” aren’t words that are typically associated with the afterlife.Living people are funny like that. They think that once your earthly heart stops beating you’re automatically gifted with a storybook happily ever after.What no one tells you is that those earthly sorrows follow you into the unknown.One moment you’re a girl with blood running through your veins and a heart that beats faster with every s...
The Field
Largewings was his flock’s most powerful flyer, but even he had his limits. When his brother sped past him to take over the apex of the flock’s V, Largewings drifted back towards the western arm of the formation without protest.From his long black neck to his white chinstrap and pointed beak, Largewings was indistinguishable from the other two dozen Canada geese flying with him. His larger body, though, and broader wingspan made him stand out even when observed from the ground as he and his companions flew against the southern autumnal wind. He had assumed the lead position when the flock bega...
City Boy's First Time
“Shelby,” Ashton looked at me suspiciously then at the wobble wagon. We decided to take our daughter to the apple orchard for the first time. “What is that thing?”I looked at him like he was stupid. I should have known he didn’t know what a wobble wagon was. This was his first shot at a small town life. He is used to the fast going LA life, but here he is with me, at the Rustin Orchard. I’ve been here every year since I was a little baby, which made me sad that Isla is four before we decided to take her. “It’s a wobble wagon.” I replied. “Oh, what does it do?” I was literally laughin...