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The Job Search
Santa fills his sack with presents and slides down the chimney with ease. He tip-toes across the living room floor, careful his boots don't make the floor boards creak. "It's about time you showed up."Santa looks around, surprised at the strange voice. "Up here, old man. On top of the tree."Santa puts his sack of presents down and gazes at the tall decorated Christmas tree in front of him. Red and golwww.onedoor.ccd baubles, handmade ornaments, tinsel and flashing lights fill the tree. A beautiful golden angel looks down from above. Her glittery wings shimmer in the dim light. "Yes, it's me. Now can you get...
The Assumption
Ally’s dream was to be a fashion designer. She hoped to design wedding gowns someday. Her mother, a well-known Artist, had showings in several elite galleries in New York City. She inherited her mother’s artistic talent. Ally loved everything about the fashion world. After graduation, she applied to the prestigious Fashion Institute of Technology. When she received her acceptance letter, her dream came true.Ally was in her room studying when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said. One of her friends said “Phone call Ally.” The man said it was urgent.” “Did he say who it was?” She a...
DAWN
It always happens the same way. At the very first drop of rain, as it touches down on the tarmac, as it splinters and shatters into tiny replicas of itself, splashing and covering a miniature piece of the road. I’m standing in the rain, or the beginning of it, at least.Then magic dwells. Time contracts and collapses. Unwinds to the past and rewinds the future.Do you remember?What a silly question, but I make it nonetheless. I place a mental note wherever it sticks, to reminiscence, beforehand. Because it always starts the same, too, My heart flutters with excitement, and I don’t know why. Not ...
Simple Desires
In the autumn season, a paradoxical new life is given to nature. Deciduous leaves lose their suppleness and healthy green colouration to give way to shades of brittle yellow, orange, red, brown and purple. The trees shed these garments slowly, soon to be skeletons with skirts of decaying plant matter. It is part of a cycle of death and eventual rebirth; but so flagrant and beloved a death can rarely be found, in nature or anywhere else. Forests ignite like a star in heat-death, or a phoenix commemorating its life, its plumage flaring up one final time in an awesome blaze before it lies down to...