The Stone That Conjures Words_The Migrant's Tale_Immolate_One of Them
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The Stone That Conjures Words
I know it’s out there somewhere. I will find it. I look over the side of the ship into the open ocean. Walls of water slam into the side of the ship in rhythmic bursts. I’ve found the sight to be almost soothing in a way. The light from the sun is dipping into the sea, engulfing the waters in a nightly bliss, bringing with rough waves of the moon. I let out a breath of defeat, knowing that the day has been wasted and yet another night separates me fromwww.onedoor.cc my goal. I retire to the cabin and lay in my bed, ready to call it a night and to begin again in the new day. I wake to the hollers of men out...
The Migrant's Tale
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction, but I have used information about migrating birds from the Audubon Society and Cornell Lab of Ornithology, which I believe is the most up-to-date scientific data.Interviewer: Please tell us what happens during your winter migration.Maude: Yes, I will tell you the story of what happened last year.Small rustling sounds among the leaves woke me from a sweet dream of warm sunshine and a full stomach. I was hungry and would need to go foraging for food soon. The light was returning to our roost as the sun came up, and the occasional “cheep” soon bec...
Immolate
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Sara’s gaze remained fixed on her lap, mumbling her father’s rule as she held his talisman. We had just tucked ourselves inside the cave’s dual entrances, cold air making its way from within as the ice walls held our backs up. Peering out at the sky, I note that the rain hasn’t stopped since last Sunday, making it harder than it should be to tell the time of day. “I don’t think you ever explained it to me,” I added.“The effort you put into something counts for nothing if you doubt yourself and others all the time,” sounding sure of he...
One of Them
I didn't want to go with them.No one did.Those who didn't succeed usually never returned."Don't make a sound, Brianna!" Mother Abrinna hoarsely whispered into the pitch dark. She moved to the front window and peered through the curtain. Suddenly a breath of melancholy blew through the room like a gust from some unknown sea. "They're coming!"I caught the last scent of her robe just as she lowered the lid above my head with her fragile hands. Jasmine. It had surrounded me all my life, and I couldn't bear to be closed off from it.With great effort, she slid the heavy table over my hiding place as...