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Roses are Red
The treacherous climb was starting to wear me down, with every movement I feel my aching hands searching for the stony mountain edge to end. My breath rasps and rattles in my chest.I don’t know how many hours pass until my hands finally touch the soft yet spiky grass at the top of the rocky cliff. Blinking back tears of joy and pain, I help the rest of the group up, including the frail old Healer Sophia and we continue along the hillside to a flat clearing surrounded by two large oaks.Everyone helps to pitch the tents before nightfall, two of us in each. I’m paired with Malory. The other tents...
An Error of Judgement
He was jarred awake by an intense rush of wind carrying a gritty sand across his face, as a vehicle pulled alongside. It was a large white limousine with no livery and whose make he could not identify, in this dawn light, standing silently next to him.Amazingly, he summoned the inner strength to reach up, place his hand on the door handle and pull himself up, only to discover that it had no driver. He assumed he must be having hallucinations. He must have fallen unconscious but couldn’t recall when.As he began to muse over the smooth and sleek body of this most unusual transport, it all came b...
Love and Magic
April 16, 1986It was abnormally dark on the night Allis Cleary came into this world. The full moon could not be seen through the storm clouds that formed overhead. Even before the clouds appeared, Elisa Cleary sensed the storm that would ravage the small town of Salmon, CA where she lived. Elisa’s labor cries could be heard outside the hospital room and even two rooms over. She refused anything for the pain, even when it was almost too much to bear. Elisa wanted her baby girl brought into this world as naturally as possible. After 13 hours of excruciating pain, she finally heard her daughter’s...
Sleeping Hours
“Must she read that to him?” Woon grumbled, settling into the purple haze and folding his gargantuan legs beneath him. He scowled at the images which hung flickering before him. “His dreams have been so influenced lately by his bedtime stories. If she knew that, she would surely not read him a book about a captive lion who is set free by a mouse. Who knows what manner of dystopias I will be forced to create this night.” Woon resented the position he had bewww.onedoor.ccen given in the universe. He was bound by an oath at the core of his being, and this oath made him a slave to the whims of toddlers. “Last n...