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The Winter of Life
The Winter of Life Susan W. Hudson As she gently placed her deep purple African Violet on the window sill of her new room, Grandma sighed deeply and with a tremble in her voice said, “I can’t do this.” “Now Gram,” Morgan retorted as she hugged her grandmother, “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”“This IS my defeat. I want to go home.” Grandma said again with tears in her voice. “Now Gram,” Morgan cooed. “Don’t you remember? We sold your house ten years ago just after Grandpa passed away. You’ve been living with Mom, Dad, Max, and me ever since. We love you, and we have lo...
An Offering to the Ancestors
There are several reasons why the women in my family are considered to be witches. Firstly, they have a tendency to live for an exceptionally long time. Great-Great-Granny-Norma is 112 and still going strong. If I'm honest with you, she seems to be more all there in the head than the Mothers, Erica (35) and Zara (31). She runs up the stairs in her poky little cottage like a twenty year old. I expect she'll outlive me. Maybe she'll just keep on going forever.Secondly, they follow some beliefs and traditions that some may consider a kind of witchcraft. They speak with the deceased (although I ha...
Ready for it?
She sat on the ground. It was cold and seemed like it could never be even if you tried, it was to rocky. She could tell it was cement even if she couldn't see it. There was a bag over her head. She could hear other people she seemed to be struggling in the same room as her. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were tied together. Stuck is a feeling that is just fowl. She could hear the others trying to scream for help but it was all muffled. Footsteps echoed through the room and stopped in front of her. She felt the bag get ripped off her head in a swift motion, so fast it ripped ...
Hush Little Baby ...
The yearning for something raw, coarse. The wild instincts clawed at his insides like nails against a freshly painted wall. He could feel his hands twitching, his legs hurting at the knees from his refusal to run free. But he ignored these obvious signwww.onedoor.ccs, like he’d ignored them for so many years. Only now, he knew deep within something had to be done about them.-x-x-x-x-x-Drake looked up from his packing, peering over the suitcase lid at the petite woman at his door.“You’re sure you want to go? Tonight you can stay. Its 31st.”“‘Those who leave have a reason more powerful than the one to stay.’”...