Not Seeing Is Believing_Halo_after love_The King of the Flowers
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Not Seeing Is Believing
Not Seeing Is BelievingJarod had struggled academically his entire life. Now, finally, he saw himself on the verge of a real future. High school graduation in his rearview mirror and a promising career in IT only awaited his completion of the three-month course--starting the following week.He had scoured the internet for every bit of data on the art and science of information technology his not-particularly-advanced brain could handle. He wouldn’t just settle for waiting until his actual instruction began. He wanted to “hit the ground running” and come out ahead o...
Halo
I’m paralyzed.Swallowed by my couch, I open my eyes to blurry grades of light and shadow. I am warm and numb. Eventually, I see the horizontal beams, created by the sunlight passing through my blinds, striping my walls and highlighting the molecules in the air. I watch the the tiny specks falling like pixie dust. I had dozed off again, surrounded by a bunch of worn blankets and mismatched pillows. I can hear Jessica Fletcher. She had just solved another murder and was explaining the motive to a stunned acquaintance of the killer, while a perfectly costumed policeman quietly walks the compliant...
after love
Today, once again, the table is warmed by the dawning rays of sun. The dips in between each wood grain is still lukewarm, but the sun only grows stronger with each passing minute; underneath the delicate lace of the table runner, the wood is cold there. Already, there are two mugs on the table, only one half-full. When lifted, they leave water stains behind them, the wood stained irrevocably. These rings are marked in patterns of duets all around this wooden table, some overlapping like rings, and others just shy of touching. Here, water is endless and infinite, stains marking a path of life l...
The King of the Flowers
TW: Mild talk of suicidal thoughts.Goewyn was dreaming about the dryads again. The beautiful dryads, who had always loved her, the child of spring and sunshine, born on May Day. Here was Lord Ablach, of the Apple Trees, and his wife Maia of the Hawthorn Trees, Adair the Oak King, winsome and wise, Ilex the Holly King, merry and cheerful. But there was one she had only seen in her dreams, Lord Rhodon. He was never absent fwww.onedoor.ccrom her life, however. It was said the rose bower across from her window had been planted by him and his wife, Lady Akasma. Tapestries of them stood in the main hall, as big a...