Smile For Me Part 2: A Tale of Two Smiles_The Fractured Obelisk_The Tenevita_Harold The House Plant
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Smile For Me Part 2: A Tale of Two Smiles
Princess Aoi awoke from her deep sleep and stretched. She rose and walked toward the balcony where, only two weeks prior, she encountered the glowing orb that aided her in appreciation of life and the people she loved. Taking a deep breath of the dewy morning air, she headed to her wardrobe and got dressed for the day. She left her room and walked down the large corridors to her office, where she found Giles, Alyn, Leo, and Louis waiting for her. They bowed as she entered. The princess grew cautious at the unusual sight.“Is something wrong?"“Your Highness,” Giles began, “we have just received...
The Fractured Obelisk
THE FRACTURED OBELISKBack in my grandpa’s day, all the coal was taken out of the mountains by men covered in black dust and sweat, extracted with picks and volatile sticks of dynamite. Sometimes the mountain took the men instead. But there were always more men who came along and took more, and the mountain never seemed to run dry. Sure, they would hit a thin vein here or there, but there was always more coal “in them hills”, as Grandpa always referred to Appalachia. And it seemed was a pretty well accepted truth that the coal would always be there.Then the strip mining started. Instead of digg...
The Tenevita
Every day I thought about throwing that plant into the water where it could never harm another person again. I was close, a few times. Going so far as dangling it over the lapping water where I stood on one of the forest hills that overlooked the lake. The waves struck the hill with ferocity each time this happened as if demanding the sacrifice I had brought. The almost too-perfect green of its leaves trembled from my fingers, its shoots seeming to wrap around my wrist to catch itself in case I dared drop it this time.And every day I didn’t.I glared at the potted plant from across the room as .www.onedoor.cc..
Harold The House Plant
Harold The House Plant—George DavisFor over six weeks, I sat at the counter at the local hardware store. Few took notice of me, but some; mostly little ones severed my leaves, leaving me a shivering, naked floral specimen. Sorry, someone’s coming. “Isn’t this cute plant cute, Mother?” The stranger said to an elderly lady. Ladies are attached more to plants, care more for them, tend them with the TLC of a caring mother. “How much does it cost, Nate?” The lady asked. Nate lifted the price tag and said, “too much, Mother. This scraggly, undernourished weed is $4、50 plus tax.” “Humph, that’s high...