It Runs in the Family_Stay._A Family of Elephants_Re-
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It Runs in the Family
It Runs in the FamilyWhen I see my mother playing the part of the fortune teller in her room/office in our house, it brings to mind her mother, who would completely charm me with her performance in the same role in the same place. I would sit quietly and motionlessly in the corner of the room, and would watch and listen to her as she did her show for her client/customer/believer. She wore a filmy black dress with long, bulgy sleeves. On her head was an orange wreathlike top that she wore like a crown. Somehow it glowed in the semi-dark of the fortune-telling room. And then there was the maMy m...
Stay.
Buzz, Vroom, Shatter, Clang, Buzz, Vroom...Where there is life, there is sound. The constant buzz and vibrations outside my singular rectangle window is enough to reinforce that statement. However, these sounds don’t bother me, they actually bring me comfort and peace. But, that bright streak of light peeking through the long, slightly ajar curtains is enough to awaken me from my peaceful slumber. Despite the constant roar of engines, chattering of voices and the low murmur of the tv, this flat still feels silent. And empty. So painfully, unbearably, indescribably bleak. I need more sound, mo...
A Family of Elephants
Sophie loved exploring, and today, she was making her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered by her. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of shopping with her Mother, but Sophie much preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit to wear.As she topped a hill, Sophie saw a small house that she had never spotted during her travels in the woods, situated just inside a large copse of trees. Perhaps the massive oaks and tall pine trees with their hanging moss had disguised the house from the easy prey of unwant...
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Lisa was sitting at her wooden desk, with her typewriter sitting in front of her. She was racking her brain for ideas. Ever since her retelling of Rapunzel blew up, Lisa didn't get any time to herself. It was book signings, events, and even meetings with directors for the potential movie version of When Will My Life Begin? She was excited, sure, but Lisa was growing tired. She was about to give up and go for a cup of coffee in her kitchen when the phone rang."Elizabeth," I heard my mother's voice."Boy, I haven't heard that name in a long time," she got up and walked to the kitchen. Lisa began ...