Cockroaches_Eddie Goes A-Courting ~A Spring Romance~_Sleeping Window_Honey and Spice
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Cockroaches
By the time I step outside, the leaves were on fire. Greet me with the summer breeze of zero degrees land. This land was in its summer all the time, without ever experienced the beauty of winter. The leaves have fallen together with their dignity, imitating the autumn that they have never seen. Shannon told me that it was a sign for rain to come, with only two seasons the change often unclear. Indeed, this earth was getting older and human gets more and more greedy.A week ago, Shannon asked me to come with my passport and a bag for a week. We did it sometimes, a secret travel whenever one of u...
Eddie Goes A-Courting ~A Spring Romance~
Eddie Goes A-Courting~A Spring Romance~“He-elp! He-elp!”Breaking the tranquility of a March morning, a desperate cry rings across the valley. No man runs to assist, nor even a woman lifts a finger to dial 9-1-1、 Here and there a lip twitches. An eyebrow raises. Perhaps a chuckle or a sigh escapes. “He-elp!”Again the call resounds. Looks are exchanged, acknowledgements murmured.“There’s Eddie! You can tell spring is coming.”Down the road, Eddie searches for the one thing that would give him complete happiness. The One who would be his. Hope in his heart, he strolls through twww.onedoor.cche verdant fields in...
Sleeping Window
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire— heaving a breath, I closed my eyes and returned inside. I forgot it was fall; I was tired. In truth, I wanted to write. Well, to be more precise, that was my way of saying that I wanted to draw. In a way, it is basically the act of writing down something, not in words, but in images. But, of course, that still is, in all forms of technicality, basically drawing.And so, taking up my sketchbook, sharpened pencil in hand, I set myself at the window seat and opened the window— where the September air brought forth the slight breath of the com...
Honey and Spice
Sweat forms on my brow. My skin was exposed to the sun, and even with the cool air, it was still scorching. I lift my eyes to block the peaking light from the trees. The fiery leaves of the board tree in front of me ruffles. A few leaves part from the branches, drifting off in the wind. My eyes lock with amber ones. I drop the basket I held and round, ripen apples roll on the dirt ground.¨Atlas!¨My head snaps to an angry, older woman. Her face was sunken, her lips pursed as her arms were crossed. The lines on her forehead deepened. Her black eyes grew into a deep abyss destroying those who dar...