Bunny Troubles_Dreaming of Sunlight in Twilight_THE MAIDEN VOYAGE_Forgetting to Remember
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Bunny Troubles
A long swath of white fur was draped across Sarah’s chair when she arrived at the zoo’s animal health clinic for work. Puzzled, she lifted it gingerly to discover a pink nose with whiskers and a pair of comically large eyes. Long satin ears flopped down the back. The rest of the veterinary staff watched her, unsuccessfully trying to hide their grins. “What the hell is this?” demanded Sarah.Rod, the zoo director, took two slow steps towards her, crouching a bit. He held both arms out to his sides, palms facing forward. It was the same way he approached the tigers before their medical che...
Dreaming of Sunlight in Twilight
“Slow down, my wild little sunshine! You’ve left a whole trail of fire over here!” A warm and motherly voice warns her to slow down as she runs out the door and toward a field of flowering trees on a summery day. Yes, she was chastising the way her daughter tore through life (and the house) like there existed a finish line at the end of it all. Quite often, her vibrant spirit was often likened to a wildfire. The way it burned uncontrollably bright and as hot as could be when left unchecked. The way her temper could be quick to peter out and by the end of it all, leaving nothing in its path. T...
THE MAIDEN VOYAGE
The sun's harsh afternoon heat that scrapped their skin like glass was the least of their problems. The captain of the ship walked across the main deck, knife firmly in hand, looking over the chosen one, surrounded by his fellow crewmen. "Please, sir," he coughed, blood sputtering onto his skeletal frame," please sir, I beg you." "Nothing personal." "Sir, my wife and children are waiting for me. I promised them I'd be back! Please!" he wailed, some of the men looking away to keep away the wave of pity. "We'll help them…" "Sir, please!" "Forgive us, brother," he said, nodding to the others, who...
Forgetting to Remember
He pulls his shirt over his nose, cringing at the familiar smell of pollution. The skies were gloomy, and cloudy. Sunlight was nowhere to be found. He pushed his fingers to his temples. “Such a wonderful www.onedoor.ccwelcome home” he says. He waved down a cab, an old male driver pulled in, looking more impatient every second. The taxi driver looks back at him, clearly confused. “ID?” He had a heavy accent and arrogant tone. New York, the only city in the world that could be so welcoming and brutal at the same time. He pulled his ID out, Wilbur Moore. The driver nodded and grumbled. Will slid into the back...