An Apple Fritter Toast_Swan Song_The Song of the Air Above_Under A Willow Tree
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An Apple Fritter Toast
The trees were a blur of orange, red, and yellow that burned bright against the dull, withering grass. London held a hand over her eyes to dim down the brightness of it all. The apple farm was packed—families and long-time friends gathering around for pictures and scrambling on top of one another to grab the ripest apples located at the top of the trees. London watched as a young girl hoisted herself onto her father’s shoulders and snatched a bright red apple dangling from a branch. She held it over her head like a trophy and the rest of the family applauded and whooped in victory.London arche...
Swan Song
My name is Swan-Swan. Before you say anything, yes, I know, it might be a little too on the nose, with me being a swan and all, but I was given that name by some human children several years ago and it sort of stuck, so what can you do? My life partner is called Luk-Luk. In case you were wondering, he was named by the same children just a couple of seconds before I was. I suppose we are lucky that way. Most swans go through their whole lives without any kind of a name at all. You can imagine that there are a lot of Hey-Yous in the swan community. Swans mate for life, did you know that? It's ac...
The Song of the Air Above
It is cold here. The air is thin and tastes of clouds.The gusts of wind guide me, rustling through my feathers with a familiar tickle. It is both alarming and comforting, knowing that the closest thing to me is the air.The air is the thing that knows me best, better than the brief warmth of Mother’s nest full of hatchlings, better than the bark of the trees that I have touched, better than the sunlight and the rain that has fallen on me. No, it is the air that leads me, that fills my wings, that brings me to New Home. It is the air www.onedoor.ccthat I trust above all.I am new to this world and the things i...
Under A Willow Tree
“C’mon sweety.” My grandma told me, sticking out her wrinkly hand. I still didn't move.“You know if this is too much we can go and trick-or-treat.” She assured me.But no one wants to be that kid where even their grandma thinks they're a scardy cat. “I'm..coming.” I stuttered. Trying to get my body to move.I took my grandma's hand and squeezed it with all my might. “There’s nothing to be afraid of honey.” She reassured me. Squeezing my hand back except a lot lighter.“Remind me why we're doing this again?” I asked trying to fit all my fears into a deep dark corner of my brain where I didn't hav...