Moving on is a slice of cake._A Walk in the Woods_Pebbles on a Window_Magic Mischief Makers
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Moving on is a slice of cake.
“You should see the roses darling.” Sue paused trying to think of the right expression, “Well their coming up rosy” she finished with a smile. Rising from her crouching position she grimaced as her knees clicked and her back protested. Still, looking down at the immaculate grave she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Brian, in life had always been a tidy man, it was only right that she made the weekly trek to ensure his grave was maintained. “Perhaps I will bring a few next week. Not too many mind.” she hastily added, remembering her husband’s complaints at the culling of his ros...
A Walk in the Woods
She stood in a peaceful meadow, where the tall grass grew past her ankles and purple wildflowers were scattered amidst the yellow and green. Everywhere you looked, you could see some sort of life. Whether it was the small yet colorful butterflies flitting around from weed to weed, or the jay hopping from branch to branch in the tall maples on the horizon. The sun shone high in the sky, filling the ethereal scene with a golden light. The sky was a clear blue, and held no clouds. The stunning landscape reminded Amara of a picnic she once went on with her family. However this picture felt so p...
Pebbles on a Window
Pebbles Against a WindowIt was two o’clock in the morning. Josh knew that fact because of the red numbers that shone brightly from his old clock radio. “Why am I awake?” he wondered. Then he heard a sound just outside the window of his second storey bedroom. Had that been enough to wake him up? Could be.Remembering the PastThen he was suddenly hit by a blast from his past. When hwww.onedoor.cce was a teenager sleeping in this same room, his buddy Ralph would toss pebbles at his window to get his attention. It would typically be a Friday or Saturday night. Ralph would have come home late, and his parents wou...
Magic Mischief Makers
*warning of sucidal ideation content and reference to a suicide. My town is so small that strangers stick out like an albino alligator in a congregation of the regular dark olive colored ones. Some people find this cozy, some find it suffocating. To me living in this town feels like when someone accidentally walks in on you in the shower. All the time. This town makes it so hard to breathe, I wish I had some kind of fancy, magic inhaler. Luckily, I won’t be here much longer. Anyway, nothing changes here, so when something does its breaking tabloid news all day. Any small thing makes the head...