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Finding a Purpose in the Sky
For the unaware, Markton was flat. The extent of its flatness is truly difficult, maybe impossible, to comprehend, but in the hopes of broadening your understanding of the world in which we live, lets give it a try, shall we?A good place to start would be for your to take a look out of your window. Windows are wonderful tools that tell us so much about a place and even more about the people who live there. Do you see hills in the view from your window? Do you see mountain ranges or valleys? Are you on the third, fifth, or one-huwww.onedoor.ccndredth floor? Do you see trees? Now to get an image and attempt t...
LibraryWork
Lizzy liked nothing better than walking over to the public library immediately after school. As the other schoolchildren had collectively decided she was weird, she ignored them in return, preferring to go down Oak Street, turning left on Maple Avenue, and taking a quick right on Sycamore Lane. On her way to the library, invariably her ratty shoes would come untied or she’d lose her jacket, but Lizzy didn’t mind the cold. Her stepmother would yell at her about the jacket, but Lizzy knew her stepmother didn’t need that as an excuse to be cross with her. Sometimes Lizzy didn’t walk to the librar...
Down At Papa Joe's (A Dangling Conversation)
"That's the thing about this city. You either love it or hate it.""So which direction are you leaning?""Kind of depends on which part of my life you are talking about.""Papa Joe. How about two more beers.""Right away, gentlemen.""Suppose you might as well start when you moved here since you already told me you were born in another state.""As I recall it was my second grade year. Having lived in the country where nothing exciting ever happened it was quite a change, especially for a seven year old.""Can you remember the first thing about this ity that you were impressed with?""I would have to s...
The Present Gift
The early morning sun rose above the clouds. A strong, crisp, breeze whispered through a slightly opened window. A family of three, a young girl and her parents, sat at a table with their calendars open to the month of May. "So, what's happening on the 17th? And what about the 29th" The girl asked, her voice sharpened with a hint of impatience. She sat, tapping her pencil against the open book. she stared at the book. absorbing every little detail. The family was doing their weekly calendar planning. "Patience Victoria!" The Father snapped, then he glanced at his beloved wife for support. The ...