The Ghostwriter_The First Flight_My own hero_The Grow Op
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The Ghostwriter
I was woken by a sharp crack, a flood of green light and confused scream. “Julio!“ the man's voice resonated in what I realised was a very small chamber, causing my ears to ache. My head didn’t feel right, like my brain could fall out if I moved my head too fast. The yelling made it worse and I shut my eyes to stop my brain leaking through the sockets. The man heard himself and bought his voice down to a firm, but quieter, accusatory tone. “Why the hell… How the hell… What are you doing here?”I cautiously opened my eyes. Feeling like my brain was secure, I slowly surveyed our shared box. A doz...
The First Flight
I lift my head from where it was tucked under my wing. The first chill wind of winter has hit. The force of its gust knocks the leaves out of the tree and I watch as the world momentarily swirls red, orange, and gold. Then everything settles again. I extend myself as I rise then jump and catch myself before I drop too low. The ground is sparse, far more than I’ve ever seen before. Granted, I’ve never experienced a winter. My greatest hope is that I never do. I’m going to fly south where it’s warmer and there will be more food to hunt.I return to my nest. The nest I hatched in not too long ago ...
My own hero
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The smoke doing nothing to help my already dry throat. I was not worried. I still had time to escape and this time I only carried my weight on my shoulders. If I had to die by fire, I would die knowing that I had done justice to the children that once walked the halls of the looking glass.Both dead and alive. When I brought up the escape plan, everyone thought I was crazy. But they listened because I was the oldest and we all knew that it was our only chance of survival. If we died on the way out, it would just be bringing forward events ...
The Grow Op
“Alright, listen up, every one of you.” Mama’s face had already grown pale and more than a little severe as she spoke. “You best let me do the talking, you hear? I don’t www.onedoor.ccwant a peep out of any one of you. That goes doubly for you, Clyde.”“Ma, you know I’m a charmer, let me work my magic! I bought the damn stuff, just let me help,” Clyde whined.“Boy, you gonna have to charm this belt out of my hand if you open that mouth again.” The look on her face was cold enough to freeze my brother’s jaw shut. “And I don’t care if you bought the seeds, we’re the ones who’ve been tending to ‘em” My father b...