The Manor by the Sea_Turned Away_A Rainstorm in November_Take Care of Momma
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The Manor by the Sea
Lena ran through the forest as the rain poured. The trees were like a blur as she ran barefoot through the thicket. Her ruffled, white dress stuck to her body and her dark hair was plastered on her dark skin. She was drawn to a mysterious sound that bashed a haunting melody through the cloudy night. Lena headed in the direction of the eerie composition until she saw where it was coming from. She stopped and listened. It was the harmony of a pipe organ coming from an imposing, gothic manor on a windswept peninsula high above the bellowing sea in the distance. It was then that Lena saw a glowing...
Turned Away
By the time I steppwww.onedoor.cced outside, the leaves were on fire. Jennifer put a lighter to one to see if she could tempt the maple out of it and torched the rest. It was out of a senseless principle but it was a principle that smelled like burnt maple. Lord knew she thought this was a way to craft maple syrup but you couldn't sway her another way. I was stunned but not shocked because she first bought the lighter to burn a straw dummy of her college ex-boyfriend. “I need maple syrup and Mother Nature won't tell the leaves to lend me some,” she hunched over and scraped a fresh pile of maple leaves to bu...
A Rainstorm in November
I kept my footsteps below the mumble of the apple wasps. Mulch crawled up my bare legs as I passed another row in the orchard. After dodging a tree branch I suddenly became aware of steps behind me. “Brother Thames?”“Oh! Emerson!” I said as I turned to meet his face. A stubby, freckled man looked back.“What are you doing here? This isn’t your day.”“Yes it is.”“No, it isn’t. You’re off,” Emerson said as he wrung his hands over his basket’s strap. It caused him to stupor, and yet his posture seemed suited for him. “You need to heal your leg.”“Listen, don’t tell anyone about this.” A sharp taste...
Take Care of Momma
Take Care of Momma By: Autumn WilliamsMomma’s been sad since Daddy left. She doesn’t move from the couch anymore. I guess it’d be too painful for her to go upstairs to bed…to their bed. Her and Daddy have shared that bed for as long as I can remember, longer actually. No. I don’t blame Momma. I wouldn’t want to lie up there either. I wish I knew what to say to make her feel better. Poor Momma. Now, personally, I’m not really sad about Daddy. For whatever reason, I feel like he’s not too far from here, but besides that, I’m just angry with him for making Momma this way, making he...