because you_The Can of Four Seasons_Nightless Desert_Where We Landed
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because you
I could see her. She was standing right beside me, her sea foam eyes blinking against tears that only seemed to call when happiness arrived, never sadness.I smiled and nodded vaguely toward her. "Happy?" I – how would she have put it? – let go of the reins.Finally.She reached over, touching my hand. Her fingers began to play with my fingers and the scraping of her nails against my nails sort of soft and warm at the same time and the sound of her breathing against my chest hardly moving. I leaned forward, touching a single tear away from her cheek, damping it against the collar of my shirt, whe...
The Can of Four Seasons
Rebecca gently ran her fingers through the ingredients in her cooking cabinet. She had been sent to Canterbury, England by her stepmother, Alyssa, to look for a sign of the all-mighty Can of Four Seasons. Rebecca was bemused and did not exactly know of its power, however; she always obeyed her stepmother. “You don’t want to mess with good ol’ Alyssa,” the neighbors would caution. Rebecca was never informed why, however; again she obeyed.Rebecca strolled out. She was having a terrible day, and thought, A stroll outdoors might be nice. While she recapped what had happened today, she was unaware...
Nightless Desert
“This winding river is much like life, only flowing in one direction, until a current strong enough comes along to pull you completely off course into a new direction; whether an adventure, or a nightmare, however, is solely up to the inpidual. You were that current to me, you know.”“Oh my god, would you PLEASE shut up!”Seth pursed his lips to keep himself from laughing aloud, not looking back at the other man behind him, said man hidden away in a small tent to keep out of the blazing suns beating down from above them.Elias had never been good with heat, it put him on edge and reduced his tem...
Where We Landed
Ian Wilkerson was transfixed. The vibrant purple blended together gorgeously with the orange that reminded him of the creamsicles that he used to have as a child, in the sky. The gentle ebb and flow of the crystal-clear tide lapped at his lower half as he sat in the damp sand. It was like a scene out of a movie, even worthy of being a prospective traveler’s wallpaper, he thought. It should’ve been perfect.The prospective traveler would sleep easy at night, thinking that this scene before Ian’s eyes was a paradise; nothing less. To Ian, however, this scene was nothing but salt in a wound...www.onedoor.cc.