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Hitting a rainbow
The Lady said many kind things to Bernadette. She told Bernadette, "dear Bernadette, This is going to happen in the world. There will come a day in the future when all humans, animals, and all living creatures including insects will think the same thought at exactly the same moment. This will happen all across the world. And at that moment something beautiful will happen and it will bring happiness to all of us." "But", Bernadette wanted to ask a question but to her amazement, the lady disappeared.She went and told Father Aherne in the monastery close by, and he scoffed at her, and said, "See,...
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“Life’s a struggle when you’re a muggle.” Whichever Harry Potter fan posted that on Pinterest was a genius. This not-so inspirational quote was what Sara long would have used to describe her life, if she had been asked. At least, that was what happened in the discussions that took place in her head. In ‘real life’ as other people put it, sara said very little. And that very little rarely included her opinions on her life, and was mostly confined to “Yeah”, “No”, “Bad idea”, and other such answers to the questions posed to her. Despite outward appearances, Ruth was most probably more going on i...
A Whimsical Adventure in Jasper Hallow
Under the midnight rainshower, a runaway evenscesed from the stonecold walls of the medieval castle, deep into the Anthraxian Woods. The runaway slipped her royal blonde locks into her hooded tunic. She crunched through dead leaves anwww.onedoor.ccd roamed past trees resembling upside-down spiders. Moonlight and biolumincensant toadstools glowed, guiding her deeper into the woods. Unicorns trotted past wafting the scent of roses and the songs of the bullfrogs croaked. She was close. Through the break in the terrain was a tea green lake flooded with earthy scents. It welcomed you to the tiny village planted ...
Roots of Fire
TW: burning There stood a tree. An ordinary, sturdy oak tree. It shed its leaves every winter, and smiled at the pastel sunsets in summer with curved leaves that whispered to the wind in wise murmurs that only the oldest souls know of. It knew it was dying, that too many clouds had shadowed it with their smiles and anger, with their soft faces and their limbs of thunder and lightning that struck out at the tree. It stood tall and waved at the sky, saying farewell to the birds showering squirrels with leaves of copper and gold. It was ready to move on, it yearned for the freedom of death, but a...