Her Majesty_The Boy That Always Lied_Dead Space_The Unwelcome Garden Pixie
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Her Majesty
The old library reminds me of pictures from a century ago with the dark mahogany paneling and green shaded desk lamps. A few people whisper, muffled sounds of books being replaced on shelves. Out of the way, in a far corner is an overstuffed chair with worn brown leather that has grown thin over the arms and headrest. I’ve got to get off my foot. The cart holding my books acts as a walker while I push toward the corner. I feel old, ewww.onedoor.ccspecially on a day like this. In two years I’ll turn thirty. Over the hill.My name’s Mary. I'm mostly miserable what with my leg problem and all, crippled since my...
The Boy That Always Lied
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, living in a village. A village, quite remote, where the closest town, village and city, was a good hour by horse ride. This young boy, Peter, from a young age, had always found his way out from stressful situations just by lying to people. For him, it was a quick fix. A quick way to get rid of the problem, a bandage on an injury. He never thought of the long-term consequences. He never thought of a permanent fix, or…just to be honest with respect to the situation or people involved. At school, Peter would be the student that often would arrive late...
Dead Space
Crunch, crunch, crunch, the sound of dead leaves Crunch, crunch, crunch, how happy we can be Crunch, crunch, crunch, we’ll take the building back Crunch, crunch, crunch, nature will not lack This land, This land Belongs to us, not them This land, This land No longer be condemnedThe melody of the song Molly’s mom used to sing to her waltzed into her head and she stepped on the crunching leaves, walking hand and hand with her fourteen-year-old daughter, Sarah. Molly’s mom, Anne, had gone on her first adventure to the dead spaces with Molly’s grandmother when Anne was fourteen. Molly had gone on...
The Unwelcome Garden Pixie
Marie cherished Sunday mornings in her garden. She spent a lot of time gardening, and as a result, she had one of the most beautiful gardens in her town. The golden California sun enhanced the colorful flowers and leafy herbs, and many butterflies and bees were familiar friends with Marie’s plants. Gardening brought Marie peace because she liked to feel connected to nature, and it brought her closer to the creatures she shared her garden with. Marie, in bright yellow gloves and a straw hat, had been tending to her poppies. Then, she heard an odd buzzing sound and saw a flash of something red. ...