Chasing The Wind_Walls_Just One of the Boys_Shipwrecked
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Chasing The Wind
Her tutor stood in front of her, garbed in a colorful flowing robe. He’d set up a table between them and spread out a variety of items on it. A wilting plant, a rock, and a flickering candle.“Come on, Raye. This should be simple for you. Concentrate. Expand your mind to the rock, and lift it.”Raye took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. She collected her mental energy and imagined the rock that laid in front of her lifting, flying, darting around the room like a sparrow! She pushed outwards with her mind and heard a rattle. Her brow furrowed and she concentrated harder, encouraged by the soun...
Walls
Young love. Whether it was something you said about a couple, or it was something an adult said about you, I’m swww.onedoor.ccure you’ve heard that saying before. It’s how adults describe two teenagers who are infatuated with each other. Most young adults or teenagers experience this young love or even a first love and it shapes who they become as adults. It shapes how they handle relationships going forward. But what if, you never had a young love or even a first love? What if you spent the better part of your teenage and young adult years fashioning walls so impenetrable that you couldn’t be yourself in f...
Just One of the Boys
It is a slow walk up to the batter's box, the last out of the little league game, unless Shane can make something happen. Waiting for the umpire to sweep the plate clean, he sees his teammates packing up, they don’t expect much. Shane longs to prove them wrong, to show that he deserves to be part of the team. He takes two practice swings and then tries to find the balance in his batting stance, his weight back, his front leg cocked, ready to step into the swing. He feels his new cleats bite into the soft dirt and rocks a little bit to make sure they stick. He can prove to everyone he is en...
Shipwrecked
TW: suicide "Abandon ship!" Oskar heard his brother shout. His voice vibrated. His eyes focused on Oskar, panicking. Why panic? A pressure wave hurled the young sailor overboard. The fire tugged at his clothes, the flames engulfed his skin. Wood, glass, wreckage shot through the air. The pain rendered him unconscious before the ocean could snatch him up. It rained ashes. Smoke singed his lungs, then the water drowned him. It crushed him, pressed against his chest. The throbbing in his head was louder than the dull shots above him. The darkness beneath him locked him in and closed out the ablaz...