The Tale of A Dancer and A Singer_Gretta's Window_Would You?_A Tale of Two Towns
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The Tale of A Dancer and A Singer
In front of the wooded fortress lies a sea of red roses that stretched over a mountain and ended before a forest. On every petal was a droplet that slowly moved its way to the center of the stigma. A blue butterfly with white spots lands in the center of the rose and collides with the droplet. Neither party was at war with each other nor served to nourish the roses. It flew away, knocks over old petals, and heads to the forest. As the sun shines over each rose, a wind emerges, lifting withered petals into the sky, and maintains attitude. The red petals moved in coherence with the wind—a clust...
Gretta's Window
Gretta Holland was sixty-three years old when the pandemic hit. The world crisis struck South Korea in February of that year, well before it hit the states. Gretta’s grandson was working as an English teacher there. He had begged Gretta to get an app he could call her on for cheap, but Gretta didn’t like computers for anything more than her card games, and even that she preferred to use real cards for. When Ed made the international call, his voice was tightwww.onedoor.cc with tension and pinched with stress. “Gran, I want you to be careful when you go out. It hasn’t hit the states as far as we know, ...
Would You?
The first glimpse of the ceiling and shortness of breath told him everything he needed to know about the events that were about to take place. He scanned the room left to right, up and down, looking for what he knew was inevitably coming. Two years of restless nights and it still hasn’t settled down. Not even a little. Day after day he found it all the more difficult to focus on the task at hand, let alone enjoy himself outside of his daily obligations. Work became harder and harder, demeanor took a pe and his enthusiasm, or lack thereof, was becoming noticed by friends and coworkers alike. He...
A Tale of Two Towns
Once there was a town called Misery. It was a town full of anger, strife, and heartache. The buildings leaned like drunken sailors, propped up against each other. Cries of anger, pain, and sadness filled the air. The people of this place were mean, petty, cruel, and vicious. They lived like pigs in their own filth. They were drunk most of the time and spitting mad the rest. It needs not to be said that the town had no visitors, for no one likes to dwell in Misery. Instead they would stay in places like Fortune and Fame and Success. Until one day, from who knows where, a stranger arrived in Mi...