My dear uncle John_A Jog_American Coot_With Her
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My dear uncle John
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. A look of horror had swept over my face as I stood in awe to witness the dry neighboring cornfield being engulfed in flames. As the fire traveled towards the fence where I stood, fear had grwww.onedoor.ccipped my throat before I could call on my uncle John. The smoke slowly started to sting my eyes, nose and throat. It was only when I started to cough that I found the will to start moving.This was supposed to be my final year of school. I was instead homeschooled because of the global pandemic that had recently shaken the world. I had easily passed but...
A Jog
First, I feel the blade move through skin in the most satisfying way possible, and the familiar trickle of warm blood down my hands. Then the steely stench of blood takes over as I move out of the room in calculated, practiced steps. Step over the body, through the window, and out into the darkness. I hear the sirens behind me, and smile to myself. Nothing like a good chase. Can’t help but love the occasional thrill. Most of the time, I get away even before they sense there’s something wrong going on. “Hey, you there! Stop!” I roll my eyes. As if I would, even if my life depended on it. I chuc...
American Coot
Tonight's the night; The sun went down over the horizon, red rays peeking through the pine trees and quiet cookie cutter houses that surrounded my lake. It was a peaceful neighborhood and we were well fed by the friendly hipsters in flannels and Ugg boots. But the scarves started to show up despite the increasingly warmer, sunnier days into this season but the nights were chilly enough for that to be my cue to fly south for the season.I joined with my crew out in the middle of the lake to see what our travel plans were as of current. "What's news guys?" "We're heading out tonight." My neighb...
With Her
springThe year starts in February. Their year, to be exact.Because it’s Spring Festival, the day when they make food together and pop firecrackers together and tell old myths that spin long into the night. Because she spends the day with her children and feels their smiles light her up brighter than the sun.Because today isn’t just another day, but a celebration of it. Because the world keeps spinning, and time moves on, and she was born to love this deeply. To walk hand in hand with life, her life, these lives beside her. Forever. Always.summerHe knows this room like the back of his hand.The ...