Fruit From the Source_Where there's autumn, there's fire_My dear uncle John_Forged Through F
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Fruit From the Source
Twww.onedoor.cche ancient AMC Rambler bumped along the rough sod between the rows of apple trees. The warm smell of the orchard, sweet and fruity mixed with the clean grass scent filled the air as Edith and Agnes opened the doors with a creak.The two women stood looking across the field before turning to get their wooden apple boxes out of the car. Their flowered cotton dresses were covered by serviceable aprons with deep pockets. The dresses looked like ones their mother or grandmother wore while working at home.“Looks like we’ll be the only ones picking in this section,” Edith said as she pulled the we...
Where there's autumn, there's fire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire, and those that were not, consumed the ground they fell on. Charred bodies in the distance, sunk into the crispy heaps, the cloudy sky engulfed in red and an eeriness in the air, so thick, so unsettling, you could almost feel it pressed up against your cheek. There was no other explanation, no other possible cause. It was here, it was finally here, and it was looking for me…I threw my bright red scarf around my neck and tightened the straps on my backpack. I ran down the library stairs on the further side of the building, landing on the br...
My dear uncle John
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. A look of horror had swept over my face as I stood in awe to witness the dry neighboring cornfield being engulfed in flames. As the fire traveled towards the fence where I stood, fear had gripped my throat before I could call on my uncle John. The smoke slowly started to sting my eyes, nose and throat. It was only when I started to cough that I found the will to start moving.This was supposed to be my final year of school. I was instead homeschooled because of the global pandemic that had recently shaken the world. I had easily passed but...
Forged Through Fire
Streaks of orange and pink paint the sky, a sunset worth remembering. A gentle breeze swaying the palm leaves and kissing my cheeks. I swing in the hammock, content never to leave paradise. How did I ever survive life without knowing the peace of island time?"Mojito miss?" The teasing whisper tingles my senses, warm breath tickling my ear. I reach out to grab the drink from Elijah's hand but he holds it out of reach. "Payment miss?" The chuckle is low and deep, coming from his heart in genuine amusement. I tip my head and plant a kiss on his stubbed cheek. "The drink is nice but all I need is ...