Murray's Migration_Burning Down_Autumn Air_The Broken Mirror
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Murray's Migration
I’m just going to report it, Murray and I may have hatched in the same nest, but he’s no feathered specimen of intellect and I hope he flies into a window. Speaking of feathered intellect, I’m dictating this to my friend Ebony. She’s one smart chicken who can write. Also she will be sticking around this winter whereas I’ll be flying south. So for the reporters that will inevitably come around looking for the bird brain who wrote this, she’ll be here and I’ll be in Mexico feasting on tacos and tostados and hanging out with my other good bird friend Hemmingway. I probably should describe Ebony...
Burning Down
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire and all I could do was panic.That hadn't been how the day started. It had started normally with coffee and talking to my friend, Natalie. But when I looked away from my laptop screen, the trees in the backyard were on fire, throwing sparks and smoke into the air. They all seemed to land somewhere, spreading the fire. It blended with the leaves, turning to red, gold, orange.The heat from the fire rushed toward the door when I opened it to these how hot it was and it seared through every layer of clothing I wore. I could feel it against my ...
Autumn Air
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Red and orange bloomed off the trees, devouring the few green leaves that still clung to the branches. The crisp October air filled my lungs as I watched them tremble in the breeze. The grove was at its most beautiful this time of the year, but this was the firstwww.onedoor.cc time that I had been able to see it. The brightly colored leaves decorated the ground, burying the wilted brown grass that was dying underneath. It was a sight for sore eyes after so much time locked away inside.I sat down on the porch and let the wind play with my hair. It had g...
The Broken Mirror
There was a stench in the garden. A deathy kind of stench to be more exact. It smelled like something was very dead and very not intact anymore. Or so he thought. He followed his nose and it led him to a cat which was, just as he had suspected, very dead and very not intact anymore. “Dogs..” he muttered to himself.It was a nice neighbourhood. It wasn’t a modern neighbourhood, nor was it historic. It was a mix of both. But it was nicely looked after. Manicured lawns, nice flowerbeds, nicely painted walls, fancy pets and the latest lawn ornaments. And then there was the house next to his. It was...