The Silence and the Storm_Berry Picking_Light Returns: Forevermore_Seeing is Deceiving
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The Silence and the Storm
When I ask my Amma to tell me the story of the Silence, her telling is like a river; it never takes the same shape, the same path. Each time she spins the tale, new details weave together like trickling streams, joining one after the other until before you know it, the story has gathered enough pace and depth to sweep you off your feet and out to sea. But when she sets her mind to this telling, there is one thing that is as fixed as the stars that paint the sky each night: she invariably starts with the Storm. The beginning of her telling goes like this: She speaks of the first sightings of il...
Berry Picking
In comparison to the dragon they were fighting, the hero didn’t look all powerful and mighty. They had gangly brown hair and limbs that looked too long for them. They swung their sword towards the scaly beast, hitting its scales but ultimately doing no damage to the creature, their sword bouncing off the plates as if they were made of stone. The dragon let out a war-cry of a screech and levitated into the air, beating its wings just right so it wouldn’t hit the roof of the cave. The roar echoed around the rocks and bounced back to the hero. They dropped their sword, falling to their knees as t...
Light Returns: Forevermore
Light Returns: Forevermore A PrologueIt started off gradually at first, a match gleaming through the never ending darkness in which we call home. Then the flame grew, engulfing all of the terrors that stood before it moments ago. All of the nightcrawlers turned to ash, one by one, as fast as they had appeared when the lights went out. Here in our never ending dusk, most generations knew nothing more than the things that lived in our darkness. They had never seen any more than a glimmer of light that bewww.onedoor.ccgan at our matches, and ended in a dim halo only inches from their origin. Origin.The elders ...
Seeing is Deceiving
Human nature is the ocean. It does as it pleases, no instructions needed.The difference between the two however, is that the ocean knows when it’s gone too far.It had been 107 days.My hair had grown past my shoulders and was now just above my waist. It was matted and tangled and filthy, but I still kept it braided on either side.Gabriel’s hair had grown too, quicker than mine. He now kept it in a small bun atop his head, but I loved when he let it down at night before we fell asleep, the thick blonde waves falling to frame his face just right.“We should head out for food soon, before it gets ...