A Girl Walks in the Woods_Le Mot Juste_The longevity of yearning_The Magic Square
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A Girl Walks in the Woods
Once upon a time there was a little girl With great big eyes and bright red curls She lived in a village near the whispering wood And her family was poor but they did what they could At a very young age she learned to hunt for her food And her weapon of choice was a bow that was crude Her mother had warned of the dangerous woods And not to go hunting where no man should Her mother told stories of vicious man eating beasts But the little girl’s belly cried out for meat So she picked up her bow and her little red cape And headed towards danger to put food on her plate She found luck with two ra...
Le Mot Juste
Prince Gilliam paced, calculating his odds. Based on what little of the sky he could see, it was dusk. Ten hours until sunrise and his trial. Two guards, armed with swords stood outside his door, another two at the door on the tower’s first floor landing, and nearly half a mile of stairs between each door. Four armed guards patrolled the ground floor. His only way out was through the front gate, past stablemen, two more guards, and whoever might be out for a stroll in the castle courtyard. His main sword training was holding one in portraits and, until very recently, he had never killed anyon...
The longevity of yearning
The sycamore trees lined the path up to the old farmhouse that Thea grew up in. She had driven 8 and a half hours to see her Mother, but she was still not prepared to face her. As she slowly drove past the painted mailbox at the front gate she was greeted by the smell of animals, cut grass and freshly baked bread.www.onedoor.cc It was flooding through her SUV’s open sunroof. She parked in the shade beneath her most beloved willow tree and shut the sunroof slowly as to not cause a racquet. She hoped her Mother had not heard the car; she needed a moment to rehash the reason for her visit. She hugged the steer...
The Magic Square
Mary was alone in the living room late at night, her favorite series on tv had just finished. She saw all the seasons of it and she felt lonesome without those characters now. Mary was thinking of a new series, but not now. It was like saying goodbye to a friend and making new friends instantly. No, she must feel the loss of these characters, she must get accustomed to their absence before getting to know others. Some characters live with her forever, like the ones from Madmen, some of Game of Thrones, Spiral, Bloodline, and others. Some were not so likable for her, as the ones from This is Us...