After hours_Empathic Endeavor_Two Lonely Girls_The Neverending Sisters
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After hours
“Good night, Ms. Creed”, said John, the assistant, and after hearing “see you tomorrow, Johnny”, hwww.onedoor.cce closed the library door behind him. He remembered to lock as he usually did. The elderly librarian was left there all by herself. It was her favorite time of the day. Usually, she spent the entire morning and afternoon surrounded by the regular visitors, who always waved to her with respect, and also by those people who thought borrowing a book was the same as choosing an outfit, or purchasing an ounce of bread: “I’m so glad you can lend it to me. How come this book be so expensive if it’s less ...
Empathic Endeavor
I challenge every person who reads this story to sum up his or her life in just a few words. There are a variety of life lessons that probably took decades to learn and any person who TRULY examines themselves and what they have knowledge of knows that we are not done learning until we are cold in the grave.If you have ever heard a well-told story before you know that it is not simply heard, it is experienced, it is felt, and it is lived. These are a series of stories I have experienced that have taught me so much putting me well beyond my years, and yet, I must admit that I still know nothing...
Two Lonely Girls
Prilla sat on her favorite mushroom with her legs drawn to her chest. Her gossamer white .dress hanging over the edge of her seat . Her long blonde hair glistened even in the dusky forest. Her forehead was bare of the fairy light most of her family displayed. She was told hers would begin to display its light when she was a few years older. Her wings were now large enough to allow her to fly but they were just protrusions from her back. She missed her friend, Donella. They used to chase and play all through the woods but it had been weeks since her friend appeared. She wished there was someon...
The Neverending Sisters
That’s the thing about this city,It’s where sorrowful harmonic ditties,Are sung year round.This city of music is full of unexpected twists and turns,Where two maidens rule with equal power over the place they do call home,Their palace is a colossal dome,And their citizens roam underneath it.Waltzing their palace with plenty of joy,Both by dawn and dusk,The maidens’ fairy sprites,Their most loyal attendants,Keep them company both day and night.Yet the two twin maidens are sisters in disguise,One the mistress of illusions and the other heir to the cornflower skies.They often bicker but soon apol...