just in time_Cassandra's bird_Through the Same Eyes_Story from long ago
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just in time
Just in time Word count: 2410 Written by Johan van Rensburg The rusty wheels scrape the pavement as the old man parks his wheelchair right next to the door of the small town pharmacy. A cautious eye peeks at the door of the pharmacy from under a bushy grey fringe. He is just in time. It is nine o’clock, and the door swings open in a warm welcome. Not only the pharmacy’s, but also the doors of the supermarket next to the pharmacy, and the bank next to the supermarket, and the furniture store across the road. The old man is not the only one on guard. Others shuffel near too. Old and sunscoarche...
Cassandra's bird
There was a girl named Cassandra. She love birds but she did not know how to take care of it. She really love birds but every time she hold a bird, her hands slowly transform into a demon and in the blink of eye, the bird suddenly die. She have a friend named Mr. Wilson. Unlike Cassandra, Mr. Wilson love birds too but Mr. Wilson have an angel hand. Every birds he hold, the bird loves him."Mr. Wilson, why birds love you?" Cassandra asked.Mr. Wilson giggled and pat Cassandra's head, "I don't know."Cassandra frowned because Mr. Wilson's answer, "So the birds don't like nor love me?"Mr. Wilson smi...
Through the Same Eyes
There! My favourite sight. Not the sunrise, whatever it’s doing this morning, but you. When was the last time I saw that expression… You must have been much younger, though still old.Your eyes widen, as if to say you’re seeing something extraordinary that you’ve never seen before. Your gaze darts in all differenwww.onedoor.cct directions, capturing every shade of the sky. What are you seeing? I wonder what I seem to be missing. After all these years, today must be special. I wish I could enjoy the sky the way you do. After all, the sunrise never changes. Just a yellow influx of soft light igniting the black...
Story from long ago
The length of the universe can never explain our story, nor tell of the love we once shared with one another. Once upon a time, when the world was new and the thoughts of who you were weren't being destroyed by social constructions created by a broken society that hold no true value upon the human soul, you and I remain true to each other. We can only tell the lives we have lived and times shared because it is for us, and although I can't tell of our beginnings I can tell of our end and how like stars, we died centuries ago.I lived freely and without restraint, enjoying everything that life co...