The effing woods_The Problem_Dancing on the Bones_Yahura the Kitsune: In Transience Being
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The effing woods
"Move to the country", they said, "it will do you good", they said, "a quiet life in the country is just what the doctor ordered." So I did. I gave up my nice roomy flat in the city and moved into the small timber frame house my freshly deceased father had left me. "Oh but that sounds wonderful!", you'll ejaculate, "so peaceful and relaxed!" You have no idea. The thing I had been looking forward to most of all was healthy sleep. Oh to sleep all through the night undisturbed from artificial light, and to wake to natural light and birds singing. The first night at my house, I made myself a lov...
The Problem
PROBLEMS By Del Gibson So here is my story.I am alive, but I am dewww.onedoor.ccad. There was a time when I could feel, but that was eons ago.Sometimes, I float away and disappear, but most of the time I live inside my head. That seems to be the problem. I don’t know, when I wake, which year I will be in. I would love to tell you when it all started, but it was so very long ago, that I can’t remember.Oh hell, here I go again…I am standing in a doorway, I can’t see because the room is dark. I can smell an incense stick – Sandalwood burns my nostrils; it tickles. I have arrived inside my mother’s bedroom. She...
Dancing on the Bones
Lillian and Herb leaned over their third-floor balcony and admired the iconic sight of Diamond Head on the coast two miles west of their hotel. Herb said, “Well, there it is.”Lillian said,” Looks just that scene in the intro of Hawaii Five-O.”Their hotel was an Outrigger- classy, with modern tiki décor. The front desk greeters and staff were as nice as Canadians. The ocean beyond the beach below was swimming pool blue, sparkling with sun-pricks and sooo inviting.“I’m dying to go for a swim,” said Lilian, turning away from the balcony. Smiling.“I’ll put on my trunks.”Just then a screeching, wai...
Yahura the Kitsune: In Transience Being
Yahura languished under the floating branches of the sakura trees. Like a master’s brushstrokes, the dark wickering branches embodied the virtues of elegance, balance, and beauty. She leaned against the fence as she dedicated her time to absorbing the citrus-washed spectacle of sky. Her dark, black fox ears drooped in relaxation as she spent the hour in beatitude. No time could pass so quickly just as then, when the fluttering petals from the sakura tree dripped like years in a person’s lifetime. The scattered, fragile petals formed puddles of soft pink, and one felt tempted to lay among its s...