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Once upon a Tree
A tree is alive long before it acquires its place in the earth. An insignificant seedling untangles itself from a bird’s wing; I float down at the whim of the wind and, before long, I arrive onto the generous soil thawww.onedoor.cct will become my place in the world for the adventurous centuries to come. I use all of nature’s selfless circumstances, to thrive. I push below and rise above. Sunlight streams top to bottom over every grateful surface. Omniscient weather anticipates my each need. I need rain and rain arrives. Harmony abounds. Bucolic scenes prevail above and below. Above, I cast a shadow wide an...
UNENDLESS END
Completely settled misfortune, leaving stage and page a-floodgate with blood or tears, incites a washed-clean quiet in the peruser, even as it plays devastation with her mascara. Muslin-clad sentiments squashed in embraces on the last page, or chocolate-box secrets tied off with a twist of settling strip, leave me murmuring and loaded. Indeed, even endings forecasting inescapable continuations, wherein a crucial hero or mission object presently can't seem to be liberated or discovered (YA sets of three, I'm seeing you) can expand my feeling of prosperity; on the off chance that I delighted in ...
Happy Accidents
1082 words Rated PG; violence, unsettling imagery Prompt: Set your story in a library, after hours.The crow is blasted off its place. It’s like a piñata bursting. The only difference might be instead of candy, it rains feathers and organs. It’s like confetti. If confetti were an invaluable bird that will cause outrage when morning comes and someone enters the library to find this murder scene. I cringe and turn to Dara. They’re frozen in shock. They take a deep breath and stare at their hands. The nails are singed from the latest attack they made. They start shaking violently, and Dara falls t...
Spring At The Compound
Spring Harvest Festival had arrived at The Park again, the watered down Easter-without-religion distraction they established to keep the peasants of The Compound docile. I paid no attention to their bright banners, light soulless jazz, or the pastel clothing of the milling throng. My attention focused on the brass plaque they had beside the Parrott guns in the Civil War display, far from the central plaza.The Mayor wouldn't advertise secret tunnels out of The Compound on a map like this, of course, but a trained eye could see certain gaps, or irregularities in the landscape, indicative of a se...