Along the Muddy Mississippi_Shadow Monster_Don't Prank the Baby!_Αγάπη
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Along the Muddy Mississippi
It’s a dry summer day, shuffling my feet through the dirt, creating dust clouds as I headed toward the apple tree with its sun-drenched leaves clinging to the branches and some of its fruit rotting away. I hear mama cry, “You'll be careful now, ye hear?’ Drops of sweat stinging my grey eyes, deep like the buttons of a flute, my tomboyish red hair sticking to the back of my neck exposing the birthmark, the color like the muddy waters of the Mississippi. When I was younger, I asked mama about the mark. She said, “Honey, child, you are not too worried about itwww.onedoor.cc.” “But why, mama?” I asked as she w...
Shadow Monster
One is cherry, one is mahogany. One has silver, one has gold. Both are embellished with beautiful carvings and intricate details. Both doors beckoning me. From the cherry spreads a moonlight blanket, and from the mahogany, the gold envelops me in a comforting hug. Each door is extraordinary; is there a right or a wrong choice? I should not have to make this decision, yet here it is. Begging me to choose, but no one ever told me I had to. As with most things, time has changed me. Not only physically, but mentally. My perspective has changed. My motivation that was such a constant, beloved fr...
Don't Prank the Baby!
“Gawthoro, go prank humans,” Dad said.“I’ll do it later.””No, you’ll do it, NOW!””Alright. I’m goin’!" I flew out my little cottage. It was a warm, cloudy day. Crows soared past me. A plane descended in the distance.I flew over a neighborhood and lowered. “Let’s see… kids gathering around an ice cream truck… Nah… a balding man coming home from work?... Nah… an old lady bending for her newspaper. That would be entertaining, but…”Then I saw him! A teenager falling off his skateboard with huge, fat zits cluttering his face.“This‘ll be good!” I said, perking up I flew over to him, “Hiya, my name’s...
Αγάπη
To Anna. I love you more than the world. You are the best sister I could ever have.Αγάπη: The act of a never ending, unconditional love. Love isn’t a heart, stained red. Love isn’t always kissing while watching a sunset. Love is a black void, sucking all of the life out of you. It has a way of crawling into your heart, sinking its claws in your heart until you can no longer push it away. And then, from its perch, it’ll squeeze, and you’ll finally realize that you weren’t the one to be in control, it was. Love is so much more than romance. Love never had any real meaning to me for many years. ...