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The Fourth Morning
On the fourth morning, looking at the snow-covered horizon through the foggy window, Pati started questioning the whole thing for the first time. From her tropical lands near the equator, where she never had the luck to see snow, a cabin in the middle of the frozen woods sounded like a placid dream. For most of her life, visiting the snow remained a fantasy and, if you had asked her in the first month of the year where she imagined she would spend New Year’s Eve, she would have never, in a million years, guessed that she would be alone in that cabin. But there she was now, at the verge of a ne...
My Sicilian Roots
MY SICILIAN ROOTSBy Lavinia M. HughesI walked to my mailbox and took out the pile of mail within. As I walked back up the driveway, I flipped through the usual dreck that was delivered daily. No, I didn’t want to sell my house even if “inventory was down and property values were up” in my area. I didn’t want to buy life insurance, deeming that whole industry a scam. I DID want to take a look at the shoe catalog from England, because their shoes are very high quality, even if a bit “henny” as my best friend termed comfortable shoes. The slip from the post office, informing me that there was a c...
Where Is It?
Today is New years eve. I am glad that it is soon to be 1979、 One thing that I haven’t done though. My resolution for this year! I forgot about it! I have to figure out what it is! Right now! I only have 7 hours till it’s 1979! I better hurry!HOUR 6I think that I would have put my resolution in my journal from last year. I keep my old journal on my bookshelf near my living room. Maybe. That was where it was 2 months ago. But then again I did rearrange my house. I’ll check over there anyway because it could still be there. Then I hear the doorbell ring. My friend was going to be coming over for...
Whistle Down the Wind
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Hannah didn’t know what she expected when she drove by her old high school, but she hoped there would at least be something. Movies made her believe that there’d be this intense nostalgia when she www.onedoor.ccsaw it, some burning recognition of her childhood. She even had a mixtape from her high school years playing in the car. She had to buy a whole new CD player to listen. The Head & The Heart, Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, all those romantic fall tracks. She even timed it so that the rest of the band came in on Riv...