From a child’s mind_The tale of the cheese_'Tis The Season For Believin’_Maya and the Hidden Sun
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From a child’s mind
The ominous click of the door sealing shut was always the beginning. And Peyton hates it. This is when the monster comes Every night. First, that creepy loud click; then the dark inky shadows creep closer and closer to his bed. He jerked his soft blue flannel blanket over his head and squeezes his eyes tightly shut. ‘You are brave, Peyton. You are a big boy. There isn’t a big scary green monster with ugly spiky black hair and glowing yellow eyes under the bed. Daddy killed him when we first moved here’ Peyton quietly told himself as he repeats what his mommy and daddy told him the night b...
The tale of the cheese
June 23rd was not by any means a special day, to everyone but the McKneely’s. They would spend the day hiking through the woods to a specific spot in which they would burry a large wheel of cheese. It was important that they did this every year because…“It all started in the seventeen hundreds, on a dark night. The only sound to be heard were the quiet thunders in the distance, and the only light to be seen was the flashing lightning overhead. Great, great, great uncle Gulliver was in a deep sleep when all of a sudden-” Donna stopped, hearing the doorbell.“I’ll be right back.” She said, leavin...
'Tis The Season For Believin’
"Uncle Mike?" Jake said while looking up from his soggy Cheerios. Michael Remer peaked over the morning paper at his nephew. "Yeah kid?""What does jackass mean?" he asked, balancing a spoonful of milk in mid-air. "Where did you hear that word?" the tone of his question didn't match the chuckle he covered with his knuckles."I heard mommy say that to daddy," he said, retreating back to his cereal. "It's a bad word. Isn't it?" Mike's smirk turned to a frown as he closed the paper and laid it on the table. Rewww.onedoor.ccmoving his reading glasses, he exhaled through his nostrils while struggling to find a s...
Maya and the Hidden Sun
The heat left its mark on every little sand particle in the desert but that year was different, the Year of Maya as we call it today. The ground began to fade and grew lines until it looked like chapped lips. The little bugs with their bell-like ringing began to die out from thirst. Maya remembered finding their black carcasses burning under the unyielding sun. Because the bugs began to die out, the desert jackals became hungry and starved. Maya still shudders to this day when she remembers finding a half-eaten jackal while playing with her kite one orange-colored afternoon. She understood imm...