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Golden Days Ahead
Teal metallic scales rose up from the sea, flashing against the morning sky and arcing right back into the deep waters. Marigold leaned further forward to catchwww.onedoor.cc another glimpse of the sea serpent, getting a mouthful of wildflowers in the process. Spitting slightly, she leaned back.Father and Auntie were just across the street. She could see them from the flower shop window. Father’s broad figure and Auntie’s lithe one faced an alleyway opening, stationary amidst the celebrating children, dancers, and revelers as they waited for the latest package. As usual, Father kept her at a distance. Buyi...
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It was the 6th of July 1859, he could recall vividly, the day when he met Michael, a man whose moustache twirls with an unyielding confidence he had never seen before, his slender figure wrapped in a tight tuxedo. With Michael, he would not be ordered to deliver letters, although he was allowed to bring along his postman hat when the manager sold him. Everyday, he would wait for orders, bristing in the hallway with his chubby, metallic body glistening, but none would come. However, when it did, Michael would correct him, and tell him it was more of an invitation, an invitation to sit on the be...
When A Flower Blooms
Silky russet hair falls into opaque eyes. Dark calloused hands work fertile, brown soil, of a matching color, up against a moss green stem. A honey scent flows downwind, blowing in from the meadow. Nasmi raises her hand above her eyes and shields them from the glow of the sun.Like the wind, her presence is fleeting in and out of existence. A woman who was once ever-present in the world with a cheerful smile, and eyes full of hope, now looked at nothing in front of her and cared not to remember anything behind her.The villagers carry on around her, holding light conversations filled with the e...
The cursed mirror
This story happened not a long time ago. There are not princesses nor evil queens here, but real people and awkward situations between adults who are opening their paths in the world. My name is Julieta. The eldest child, the eldest sibling, the eldest grandchild. The first everything. Normally, traditional fairy tales involve the youngest brother successfully passing his tests and achieving riches. I suppose it happens because, by that point in life, the first children in many families are already too mentally burnt out to try it themselves. I was the first for college since my grandfather. ...