Blood Ties_A Moment in Time_When A Tree Falls_Dandelions
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Blood Ties
“Are you there, God? It’s me…” She dropped the book and stared at her hand. It was the paper. The shiny, glossy paper of the supplement in Sunday’s newspaper. She had wanted another ad for her collection. I don’t know where they get some of their ideas from. Just too crazy. The cut on her pinkie finger had left a thin white line on the skin that began to hint at blood. It did not register in her mind until a smear of redness trailed down her pink bedspread. What? How did…? Is that mine? She was lying on the bed with her head propped up, staring at the dripping finger. She felt the wetness of ...
A Moment in Time
“Hope you haven’t forgotten about the party?” Taylor asked.“What party?” Rachel asked in return.“Don't tell me you’ve forgotten so soon?”“l can't remember. Please could you remind me?”“The one I told you about holding at Lé Chanteur hotel.”“Oh! Oh! Now I remember. That hotel with palm trees.”“Yeah! It’s coming up In a fortnight time.”“Can I go some other time? I have a project I’m working on. It’s going to take that length of time.”“Come on! It’s taking place on a weekend. Saturday precisely.”“Yeah! The project it’s going to take my weekends. Even that’s when I'll have more time for it.”“Come ...
When A Tree Falls
I am in middle school, seventh grade. My parents just told me about this tree down the road in the unowned field. They told me how it has been there for dewww.onedoor.cccades, since even before they moved here. But no one dares come down there to the wild fields. They told me it is untamed and big and beautiful and old. And I am walking down the road by myself to see it.There is no gate—not yet. There is only the fade from short grass and dirt path to flowers and weeds and bushes and fields. I tumble over my feet down the sudden hill, struggling to keep a balance. And in my searching panicking gaze up to t...
Dandelions
The red gloom darkened as evening approached, much earlier than it ever had before the explosion. Athena grimaced, hoisting her backpack on her shoulders. “We should get back to camp,” she told the crew of gangly teenagers behind her.They didn’t need to be told twice.While none of them had seen the source of the screeches and yowls that started every night at sundown, they had heard enough stories to know that they didn’t want to know. They had seen enough mangled corpses to reinforce that knowledge. Athena adjusted the grimy cloth covering her nose, protecting her from the dust and ash in th...