CHANGING ALTITUDES_Mr. Wilson and I_Old kite in the New Sky_Stand Still
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CHANGING ALTITUDES
The new year was approaching fast, and Shiloh could already feel her anticipation and anxiety rising. Why does it always feel like it takes 12 months to get used to the current year, then BAM! it changes to the next? I feel like I'm on a treadmill always trying to catch up, and get nowhere. Every year it's the same. SAME job, SAME friends, SAME car. SAME ME! I'm so tired of all that, and every year I make the same resolution, to change and start out with a clean house, clean car, get new clothes, and by February, it's all down hill. My house is trashed cuz I have stuff all over, and no place...
Mr. Wilson and I
I'm Cassandra Autumn. I'm twenty-five years old and I love birds. When I was a little demon, I have a friend named Mr. Wilson. He loves birds too, and he likes to tease me. It annoyed me, but in the end, he taught me a lesson about life and birds. I never forget him.After my classes ended, I fixed my things and Mr. Wilson appears in front of me, again."What do you want?" I asked him.He smiled and hold my hand, "Let's go to ten day vacation."I was about to complain, but in the blink of an eye, we were in an unknown place. The place is full of lights. Yellow, green, red and have a weird sound. I...
Old kite in the New Sky
Oh, what a sight he is! If I had to find his equivalent, honestly but charitably, I will settle for Quixote. But I think, that honesty without brutality is liable to be seen as just an opinion and so let me qualify the likening of the man, who by the way is my father, to Quixote. For the true picture, you must take out relevance from Quixote and denude him of his chivalrous appeal and you don’t miss vacuuming out every speck of ambition, then, top it up with undue optimism that perverts the senile wisdom; now you have my Father Dead habits are heavy, as heavy as dead bodies, and dead traditio...
Stand Still
“They’re beautiful, the stars.” “I don’t know.” “Why not?” www.onedoor.cc“They’re just. They would kill us if we could get close enough.” “We couldn’t anyways, even if we wanted to.” “If we could.” “Anything could.” “Could what?” “Kill us.” “Why do you sound amazed by that?” “If an asteroid came down from the sky right now and hit us head on there’d be nothing left of us. I think, at least.” “Yeah, that sounds terrifying.” “No one would even know we were dead. They’d think we were missing, but would never be able to find us. We would end up being claimed as dead, but there’d always be a maybe. ‘Maybe they’r...