Bobbing and Weaving_The coffee Shop_The Sugar Maple Tree_The song of rain
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Bobbing and Weaving
Connie and Lara had been friends since they were that high, as folk tended to say, indicating www.onedoor.cca point that could be anywhere from their knees to their elbows. Oh, as they grew up, they didn’t live in each others’ pockets, or go into a decline in each others’ absence, but they still had that feeling in each others’ company that only comes from the knowledge that a true, caring friend is there. Not one who never judges, not one who never disagrees, but one who judges and disagrees and loves you anyway.Connie told herself she was delighted when Lara announced that she was getting engaged to Pie...
The coffee Shop
By the time i stepped outside the leaves were on fire. Its was october so there wasnt many left hanging from the trees as it was, although this tree in which my eyes locked onto had a unuseual amount left which only acted as more fuel. I just moved here 2 weeks ago and finally built up enough will power to walk into town. As i was scanning my surroundings, including the people walking down the side walk both in the same direction as well as oncoming. thats when i saw it, a tiny little coffee shop practicly 2 blocks down from where i stood, the very reason for forcing myself to finaly leave...
The Sugar Maple Tree
Trigger warning: suicideBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Dressed in deep shades of burnt orange and carmine. I felt more at home in this very moment than I had over these past 6 months, despite being nurtured by my mother, husband, and son. Heaving a deep-heavy breath through my dry burning nose and out my spit drenched mouth, attempting to soak in the fresh autumn air I studied my surroundings, reintroducing them one by one. A rusted mailbox fastened by a singular nail, the light pastel blue of the cloudless sky, the neighbors flashy BMW they hardly ever drove. Somehow ...
The song of rain
“Raging inside, the heartbeats of the racers are constantly increasing. Sky-rocketing at some instances, all racers are ready in position. Their eventual and sudden jerks of head, glancing at each other, shows their dedication and desperation.” screeching with utter energy, an old owl commenced the race of annual birds meet. “ Three, two ,one...Go...Go...Go.” there were sudden hoots from everywhere. All the birds started shouting, encouraging every racer to put up a entertaining race.Not seeming like it , yet i (a beautiful song bird, as you can see) took part in it. Sharp turns, twisting rol...