The Weight of a Petal_Dancing In The Woods_The Tiger's Soul_Your book is overdue.
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The Weight of a Petal
The wind rushing through her remaining petals was the best thing that Cynthia had felt in ages. Most of her memory was robbed and replaced with isolation in a dark tower, the looks of goblin wizards and evil generals salivating at the possibilities she held, and the slow steps toward death that came when one of her many petals were torn off to be used in experiments. In the back of her mind, she could remember thousands upon thousands of flowers just like her. Within the throng, she was with her family. Altogether, they swayed in song, with the wind elevating their flower chorus into a symphon...
Dancing In The Woods
"Morning young lady and what is your name?"Abigail froze. Who said that!"It's me, Emma, and don't stand on me and break a wing!"Looking up at Abigail, with very big eyes, was Emma. Adorable in her green pointed hat, dancing and twirling in front of Abigail. She couldn't stand still."Has the cat got your tongue, young lady?" Emma carried on.Abigail could not grasp what was going on. Am I dreaming? Am I really seeing this? Hearing this?"I'm sorry, I didn't see you. My name is Abigail." she felt silly and looked around to see if anyone was watching."No problem. Just be careful. I'm going to gat...
The Tiger's Soul
"Just be very, very quiet," Susie tells me, "and we might spot him." She holds up her hand, signaling for me to stop, and crouches down behind a bush.I'm nearly bursting with excitement. I've been waiting for this day for goodness knows how long--five years? Six? It doesn't matter now. I'm here, in the rainforest.Looking for a tiger."Quietly, now," Susie says, as if she can hear my heart pounding. "We don't want to scare him off...""Are you sure hewww.onedoor.cc won't be the one doing the scaring?" I whisper.Susie smiles a small smile, her full attention on the trees in front of her. "I'm sure," she says. "...
Your book is overdue.
The mail did not surprise me. It is overdue. I know it. But the book is excellent and rare. I lack the heart to let it out of my hands. Having felt the dark fresh air breathed out by the little book with its strange figures how could anyone return it. And yet I have to return the book of mystery. It had to be read by others. That will create a following for the ideas hidden in its depths, carefully concealed by the droll wording and the macabre drawings. It is hand written. I took one last look at the blank dull grey cover. I imagined forms crawling beneath the cover. They were not droll. Th...