Honey eyed_Of snow, solitude and ice_A Fading Childhood_Colorful Capybara
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Honey eyed
They were running so fast down the hill that she was sure one of them was going to fall and then tumble the rest of the way down. They kept their footing though, surprised as she was, she was glad. They were down the mountain and heading to the house when she finally dared a glance backwards towards the wooded mountain they had just flown down. Bending at the waist she stopped running and tried to catch her breath. Spike was panting hard. His black fur sleeked with dirt and sweat from running. She looked up at the mountain and there was no sign of the wolf. Like he was never there at all, but ...
Of snow, solitude and ice
Ananya woke up blurry eyed and cold. The room heater had turned off by itself at some point in the night. Grabbing her jacket Ananya turned the heater on again and then walked over to the wash basin. It took a while for the warm water to start flowing and by then her hands were even colder than before. After brushing her teeth and drying her hands as quickly as she could, Ananya found her slippers, grabbed her phone and room keys, and headed towards the common kitchen. "A hot cup of coffee, that's what I need," said Ananya to herself. She liked to prepare her coffee the way she used to back ho...
A Fading Childhood
When we were kids, Hayato and I used to pretend that we are ninjas. We would dress ourselves in pitch-black kimonos and climb onto the cherry blossoms in the yard of his father’s abode, surveying the village. We made boomerangs out of construction paper and flung them into the laundry bags of the neighbours, chuckling, smiling playfully. Sometimes, late at night when my mind becomes fidgety and I toss around my bunk agitatedly, I can still see Hayato on the tree, the pink petals rattling as he leans against the interlacing branches, his vigorous smile, valorous eyebrows, valiant pupils, and ze...
Colorful Capybara
The year was 2017、 The newest sixty-four crayola pack had just come out, and Austin was begging for it. He would direct his mom at every turn during Target visits, just to get it. Make his dad lookup available packs at nearby stores. Do chores for his grandparents, just to get enough money for one single pack. But, most times, all the responses he got were:"Dowww.onedoor.ccn't you think you're a little old for crayola?"As well as,"We could spend money on something a little more useful. Right?"And, not to forget,"Your other fifteen year old friends want bikes, and video games, and sports equipment. Why don't...