The Sisters of Prospect Village_Noemi_A New Day_The run away witch
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The Sisters of Prospect Village
A black cat was sitting on a stone wall in front of the old church, watching Lina rush down the street and looking rather picturesque, tucked as he was amidst the Virginia creeper, which was practically glowing red in the autumn sunlight. It was the sort of tableau that made tourists whip out their cameras, exclaiming over the quaint New England town. But Lina, a long-time resident of Prospect Village and generally immune to its charms, was not pleased at all by this tableau. In fact, she started so badly when she noticed the cat watching her that she spilled the rest of her latte onto the cob...
Noemi
Her hair was as blonde as the sun, and her eyes as silver as the moon. She wore our usual black dress just like everyone else at our school, but the way her sharp chin and bright eyes contrasted with it, she was as beautiful as time itself. She smiled, and curtsied right then and there in front of me, leaving me only to blink.My own hair was as red as a lion’s mane, or perhaps a dying tiger lily. My eyes looked like little olives, in both shape and color. But somehow, she had chosen to curtsy to me. “Hello,” she said, her smile bright and burning like my hair. “My name is Noemi. I will be shar...
A New Day
I inhale the fresh scent of grass and soddy earth, gazing at the painting in front of me. No, it’s not a real painting but – it looks just like so.Puffy clouds that swirl in the distance, encasing the sky and moving at the command of the gentle breeze. A slow, golden ball is appearing in the distance – at first it is a small dot, but gradually, it gets bigger. Like curtains in a theatre, the clouds part to make way for the main character of today’s spectacular show – the golden ball of light that glows in the day.The sky gradually gets brighter, tinted with the warm red hue and orange shade th...
The run away witch
The world is not what it seems. I know that as I have lived in the shadows for a while now, living off the land, speaking to only my woodland friends, and living in a tent at the edge of a well-off town. I lived there with my only friend who cared about me as much as I did him. And yes my friend is a fox named Jonah. I was getting hungry one day, as I and Jonah planned on where to go next when I suggested to go and get us some food, giving him the leftovers of course. He loved the idea. I paused as I waved to him and walked about a mile to this old diner. I waved to the hostess saying I needed...