Seasonal_Apple Cider_A Place for Broken Souls_The Southerner
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Seasonal
The crisp morning air bit at my cheeks gently. It wouldn't be too long before it became a full-on winter bwww.onedoor.ccreeze. The tips of my fingers were painfully numb. Maybe I should have worn my gloves today. I saw my sanctuary from the cold up ahead, the coffee shop.However, as I approached, that sanctuary quickly turned into a chamber of torment. I watched as Mike began to hang a poster in the window. The picture on it stared at me ominously. As he saw me he gave a sad, empty smile. No, it couldn’t be. I rushed inside. “Lisa! Please, tell me it isn’t true,” I begged as I raced toward the counter.She ...
Apple Cider
“This is lame,” Emily grumbled, trailing slightly behind Olivia as they walked. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her yellow sweatshirt.Olivia rolled her eyes. She was trying to be patient with her new step-sister, but she was pushing her buttons today.“Seriously lame.”“Okay, I get it. But homemade apple cider is part of our Halloween tradition.”“But why can’t you just get it at the store?”“Because, one, homemade tastes better, and two, it’s the experience of making it together. All of us.”“You guys have so many freaking traditions.”Olivia stopped and turned on her. “And ...
A Place for Broken Souls
The incident that broke my parents and led me here happened in May. It was the last month of my sophomore year of high school and on a warm Saturday evening my parents reluctantly left me in charge of my younger siblings while they attempted a much needed date night. Danny, who is eleven and Charlotte, who is eight, were driving me nuts, like always. They would not leave me alone; always coming in my room to see what I was doing and then running to tattle to my parents. Once, last year, Danny had burst in without knocking, again, and found me taking pictures of myself with just my arms coverin...
The Southerner
Ah! It is my favorite time of the year again. I have so longed for the days to fly back to the south, back to my home. I love to feel the wind beneath my wings as I glide through the endless sky. Nothing can stop me. I can float or fly or freely fumble and frolic about the sky. Nothing can slow me down, and I am perfectly free. At least, that is how I feel in the fleeting moment, and who is to tell me otherwise? The exhilaration overcomes my fears, and I am the most glorious being alive. I am on a joyous journey to my favorite place. I am on my way home.The north is a lovely place and I enjoy ...