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The Children of Mother Nature
Ana had never believed in extraordinary people before. She had never believed that there could be someone in this rotten, and disgusting world who she could look up to. But this was before she met with the little group in her old, rusty town and before she could realise, the group changed her life. Because there was someone worth believing in.The little community called themselves The Children of Mother Nature. They all wore plain, simple clothes and they always had something on their heads. Maybe a flower crown, maybe a little stick behind their ears. They didn’t wear shoes. “Shoes take us fu...
To the girl I met in the woods
To the girl I met in the woods: Today marks the anniversary of the day you saved my life. Part of me wants to think Fate put us by the lakeside intentionally that day, but deep down I know the truth. Fate is cruel and cowardly and never supplies such kindness or sympathy. Meeting you was a coincidence. A soul-crushingly happy coincidence. But the thing about coincidences is they rarely happen twice and never play out the way you want. To be honest, I don't think I ever want to see you again. Your eight-year-old grin as you chased your German Shepard through the trees trying to put a flower cro...
The Sound of Clear Plastic
From her perch behind the counter, Maggie sighed and counted the tables still occupied as the clock ticked toward closing. Two had just ordered, three were midway through their meal, and one was collecting his things to leave. The man placed cash on top of the receipt, a rare thing, and was wiping crumbs from his coat as Maggie went to clear the table. She took the coffee cup and plate and the man thanked her in an accent she didn’t recognize. He was oddly dressed, bright colors and iwww.onedoor.ccntricate stitching. He had a large backpack and duffel bag next to him. She placed the dirty dishes in the bin ...
Stumbling and Falling
This is my story about another story. If I get the two stories and their dogs confused, I hope you will forgive me. I’m getting along in years. Maybe there are more than two stories, too, which could be a problem when trying to tell which is which. Perhaps you can help me. I’m not even sure how many dogs are involved.Rusty, the Story of a Dog. That’s the title I remember. I know the book was hard-bound, and its cloth cover was green. Or maybe it was red. If not, it must have been blue or mustard-colored. Oh, it was so long ago. Still, I remember that book. It was in the second room of the tow...