Magically Yours, Forever !_Can I Get A Refill_Trio: Second Movement_Wave Rider
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Magically Yours, Forever !
“I am not going to stay here for another second.” She stomped out of the dark tunnel and through dimly lighted the staircase, arrived at the underground opening of the neighbourhood backyard.The soft curls playfully fell on her flushed cheeks as she struggled to raise herself on the lawn. The long white skirt and suede boots, all soiled up, added the fuel to her irritation. Her apron appeared loosened at the right shoulder and the black blouse underneath crumpled up. After a few minutes of puffing and pushing, she placed herself on the soft grass of the well-triwww.onedoor.ccmmed lawn with a sigh of relief....
Can I Get A Refill
All was calm during the still night. Light snow gently pitter-pattered against the windows. A slight breeze softly drifted through the sycamore trees. The light of the full moon kissed the cheek of little Brooklyn as she slept peacefully in her princess bed. Sleep was not easy to come by these days, so with all of the peace and quiet, she drifted into a deep slumber in no time. Sleep did not last long as Brooklyn was suddenly awakened by a loud CRASH! She jerks upright in her bed, shook by the jarringness of the sound, but already aware of what is happening. Her parents are having yet anothe...
Trio: Second Movement
I braced my shoulder against the door. On the other side, I could hear the Chorister’s cat mewing as it scratched against the wood. But the only footsteps I heard were my own, as my boots slid across the marble floor. In the empty hall, every noise echoed. “Your master can’t run as nimbly, cat,” I whispered. “For some still moments, this hall is mine.” With my back to the door, I studied the empty rows of wooden stalls, cluttered with forgotten sheets of music. Multicolored light from the rose window spilled over into the hall, but I ran down the center avenue and up the steps in front of the ...
Wave Rider
One day, not so very long ago, a young nurse named Angela needed to use the laundromat. She loved to ride the waves after work, to let her surfboard carry her through cool water and salt air. She loved to ride the back of the ocean, to feel the power swell beneath her feet, to let the water take her on adventures, to spy sparkling shells buried in the sand, to follow sharks and dolphins, to make the water sing with her. But all her suits were sodden with salt and sand, so she made the trek through sun blasted streets, trudging past wraiths curled up under the barred windows of smoke shops, a...