Ambrosia Apples, the Fruit of the Gods_Run Away With Me_Uncultured_A Stroll Through the Apple Orchar
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Ambrosia Apples, the Fruit of the Gods
Timmy and Felicity were thick as thieves, or so the saying goes. As soon as the sun rose Timmy was knocking on Felicity’s door asking her mom if she could come out and play, and they caused mischief until the sun went down and their parents called them in for dinner. After dinner, they would talk through their homemade soup can phones. During the summers they would light ants on fire, pour salt on snails watching them shrivel up, and other non-felonious childhood activities.One of their favorite summer activities was sneaking into Farmer Hobbs’s apple orchard and climb the tree. They would sw...
Run Away With Me
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Every one of them ablaze with unique patterns of red, orange, and yellow. All swaying in the breeze, whispering what I already knew. “Too late. Too late. Too late!” They hissed. Yes, I thought, it was too late. I had lost her forever. She was probably at the airport by now. She was probably saying goodbye to her family, the friends we share, and no doubt searching for me. Wondering if I had accepted her offer. Or maybe she was already in the clouds, leaving their little town in the dust. Leaving me. “Jonathan, don't just stand there! Yo...
Uncultured
Spoons and forks were hanging Midair, Sara, observant enough, joined the rail and halted her salad fork a little away from her mouth. Abhinav’s grandmother was glaring at Mrs. Rai, with her wide aged eyes while narrowing the corner of her wrinkled lips. Seema was sighing in despair. Abhinav, sitting beside Sara, was clenwww.onedoor.ccching his fingers around the desert spoon, staring sternly at the vanilla pastries. But Mrs. Rai, unaffected by frowning brows and clenching jaws, focused on her Italian palate. There remained a grave silence on the dinner table and a shimmering chandelier above it.'Not again,'...
A Stroll Through the Apple Orchard
-I don’t know why we’re here, he said.-It calms me, came the response.-Sure, but we could really be doing anything else calming. Not… apple picking.-This is my orchard Jonathan. These are my trees. I like them. I also like apples, so I don’t understand your confusion. If I don’t tend to my own trees who would?-You are the king, I’m sure you can find someone to do this task for you.-Nonsense, this is for my own satisfaction. Besides, I want to test this technique the gardener suggested.-What do you mean?-Apple trees bear fruits once every two years. Sometimes more. The gardener claimed that he ...