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The coffee shops secret
Fall is an unbeatable season. The weather cools down and everyone could enjoy without all the bugs and sweat. Autumn is also the time for fruit picking. Apples, berries, my favorite pears. It is the time when countless horror movies are released. But the remaining warmth constantly reminds us of the cold to come. The first thought that came to me was to go to Dion’s coffee shop. Hopefully, they would be preparing new autumn drinks. The doors swing open and colors of hue could be seen everywhere. Stepping on crunchy brown leaves I danced my way to the shop. I and my sister were street dancers, ...
loss and love for an immortal
Being alive for five-hundred years is bound to make you a bit of a bastard. And irrevocably numb. Seeing so much death, and life, and horror and beauty. Existence begins to lose its meaning. In a way, nothing exists after a while. Only you. Everything else is weightless, pointless. People become less than inpiduals, and more of simply mortals. Temporary bursts of existence; electric, naive, passionate, and pathetic. She had seen her heart die far too many times. Seen it buried, or burnt and scattered. She had known, and loved, and lost, so often that it lost its significance. It was only loss...
Mr robin and houses create a nights dream
Snuggled, in the warmth of the bed. All the way down from the brittle cold ground . His colours reflecting against the trees as he smiles down at the world looking quite smug . The fact that he was in the warm made him shiver the cold breeze out as he continued to look on through the lights of the enchanted houses that draw closer home . They too are happy as they watch with interesting smiles the magical houses blind out the night www.onedoor.ccand see that the little robin is smiling up at them from the far distance . As the air continues to grow thicker the le leaves on the ground red , green and yellow ...
Country Interlude
A Country InterludeJames was enjoying the day. Odd circumstances had brought him to the Scottish border town, but the day was cloudless with a mixture of the scent of peat and new-mown hay wafting from the moors. His rented Mini-Cooper ate up the narrow country lanes like a hungry beast. He could not help but wonder at the circumstances that brought him to the United Kingdom. Only yesterday he was commuting to work in Manhattan along the choked highways of New Jersey. Then he received the call that changed his immediate future. Aunt Tilde, really matronly and reclusive aunt Matilda Cruml...