Of Strangers and Friends_The Buds which Never Flowered_Walk With Me A while(by winter writer_The Wel
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Of Strangers and Friends
“Hey this is Rena. Sorry I couldn’t answer your call at this time. If ya know me leave a message!”“Hey, it’s Jeremy…again. I’ll be in the city today so if you’d like to hang out I’d be game, just let me know, hope to hear from you soon, bye.”I pressed the “hang up” button as firmly as I could, sliding the phone bad into the inside pocket of my jacket. Totally not as satisfying as the ‘ol flip phones, I remembered nostalgically. It wasn’t often I went to the city, but I always gave time at least once a month to visit, strolling around their main park and visiting their luxurious library. It too...
The Buds which Never Flowered
"Sky-blue hyacinths. Over there, just beside those, bumble-bee yellow tulips! Oh and the ah, ah, ah-- choo!" he paused, taking time to blot his tender nose."Fresh cut grass?" replied Shona, passing her father a tissue.Springtime was always Ralph's favourite season, but he could never quite enjoy it outside of the confines of his home. Hayfever had plagued him every Spring, without fail, since he was a boy.So Shona had the duty of bringing Spring to Ralph.Flowers were almost contraband in this household, so Shona's paper mache daffodils or pools of tadpoles in her mother's mason jars had to suf...
Walk With Me A while(by winter writer
Goodbye. Chapter 1、 Walk With Me Walk with me he said, a cold and dark misty morning 1862, older than me by 10 years or so, My Jim was 28 and I 18, married only six months now. I so small next to him and I use love to up to him as if he could protect me form all that was happening in our world. we walked and walked, and talked about everything and nothing. He said I must tell you something now, I smiled and said ,look at the small bird caught in that small brier my love, help him please before he die.(he smiled at me with tenderness and did as I asked. Again he said let us walk my love, and we...
The Well of Souls
Many long years ago, deep in the heart of yesterday, lived a twisted prince called Astor. Where his father was just, he was cruel. As his mother was warm, he was cold. All throughout the kingdom, he was despised. His name like a curse upon the tongues of nobles and peasants alike. Only the enemies of the kingdom had affection for the cruel prince, for they knew if he were ever crowned, he would drag his kingdom into destruction. However, the Prince Astor knew none of this. For his parents still showed him love, the castle advisors still showed respect, despite their criticism. Because ...