Grey days no more_The Mushroom Tree_Two Seasons in Twelve Months_Love or Freedom
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Grey days no more
As each day greyed into one, Vashtin wondered how long it had been since his capture. Since he’d screamed Run and Hide to the naïve Guardian. Days had stretched interminably since then. Boredom punctuated only by violence and interrogation but little more. Nothing of what made life worth living. If he had paper and pen, he would have been able to make some sense of what had happened to him. What was still happening to him. Anything would be better than being stuck in limbo, waiting to be killed or tortured. Vashtin had long since given up all hopewww.onedoor.cc of rescue; all hope of ever seeing one of his ...
The Mushroom Tree
I knew I was lost when I reached the tree with a hollow in shape of a mushroom. I’d passed it before. Surrounded by the canopy turning autumn gold, I glare down the path I chose before. How did I wind back here? Now my options are limited. My cell reception is still out, the crossroad looks the same as before, and from the glint on the leaves I surmise the sun is setting. As panic steadily creeps in, I stare at the blasted tree and a thought strikes me. Some scraping and sweating later, I manage to climb high enough to lift my phone above the branches. But all I can see from my precarious po...
Two Seasons in Twelve Months
In the Yukon we have only two seasons: Winter and Not Winter. It is now the middle of April and winter still lingers due to the voluminous snow levels and temperatures that are only now rising above the freezing mark. The past winter was a return to what they used to be like 50 years ago, when forty degrees below the freezing mark would lay heavy across the land for weeks at a time. Climate change has brought warmer winters and the past 10 years demonstrated it very well with comparatively mild winters with not too much snow, so this current winter was a bit of a shock for the people who had r...
Love or Freedom
SpaceHuman's Note: *Hi. I hope life is cul 4 u. I can't find my stories in the directory, but when I try to edit them it says they have already been approved. So I'm very confuzzled. If any1 has any advice plz comment, otherwise, enjoy my not the best story :).I stand over my weak, and almost still mother. It's a hard sight to stare at. I watch her tears wet the dried blood on her cheeks, causing me to shed some water as well. She turns her head away from me and with the remaining strength she has, pulls off her opal pendant that hangs tightly on her neck.Once it is placed on the ground she is...