The Story Of Grimy And Yip_At Least I Still Have My Shoes_Glass Jars_The Right Girl
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The Story Of Grimy And Yip
I don't remember where I was born or whether I had a mother or siblings. The earliest memory of my existence dates back to a harsh winter day. I was covered in dirt after falling into an open drain and was shivering from the cold. I struggled to come out, but every attempt of mine failed. When I decided to surrender to my fate, I realised I hadn't eaten a morsel for a long time. My little stomach was growling, and I needed food badly. I knew if I stayed there for long, I wouldn't survive. I was homeless and helpless and resorted to the last thing I could do. I cried and cried as loud as my voi...
At Least I Still Have My Shoes
“So, what’s the catch?” I toss my head back, gazing up at the glittery sky above us but not really seeing it. It’s funny how one day you wake up and what used to be so full of magic just isn’t so special anymore. Like how for no discernable reason there's a million little lights dangling from some invisible ceiling in the sky and we have no idea how they got there or why they got there or why they choose to stay there for eternity, shining for us and asking for nothing in return. Some nights we selfishly soak up all their light, hoping to take some of it home with us. Other nights wwww.onedoor.cce don’t eve...
Glass Jars
An outstretched branch bends as clawed feet alight. Breaking blossoms peak through searching for spring. Black wings perched. A glimmering, faded sequined button held fast in a beak. A pause for danger. Flutter. A warm updraft. A peaceful glide. Scattered bread crumbs land softly. A trade.Hands strangely wrinkled grasp one another. A cloud lets free a sunbeam. Reflection. Thoughts of childhood. Sparkles of light scattered on the ground. Wisp of memory. There but for a moment…What was it? Forgotten, forgetting. Hair pushed back neatly. Pale white, absence of color. A strand falls softly on deep...
The Right Girl
“...Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” The pastor's words reverberated throughout the small building, louder and more clear than any of the others he had spoken that day. As Tristan looked at the woman holding tightly to his hands, he couldn't remember including that part in the vows. It was antiquated, out of date and something no one did anymore...right? But now, with the question hanging in the air like the scent of freedom and happiness, he was inundated with a thousand reasons why the people at the front of the room shouldn't be joined together for the rest of their lives...He looke...