A Eulogy To Mia_Cup of Change._My Universe (#1 and #2 Dylan's pov)_What is Your Job?
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A Eulogy To Mia
Authors note: Hello everyone. Just so you know this has nothing to do with the prompt. This is a eulogy to my four-legged best friend who recently passed away. The diary entries were ones I actually wrote and took from my journal. Also, the words in italics are from the song ”See You Again” by Carrie Underwood. I hope Reedsy doesn't take it down, but we'll see.Said goodbye, turned around and you were gone, gone, gone. My best friend died last month. She was black and white and had a dark mane and tail that shone ever so brilliantly in the sun. Her brown eyes looked through you and whisp...
Cup of Change.
Her head was damp, little streams trickled down her spine and over her nose but Phoebe didn’t care. A drum was pounding away inside her chest, it thundered against her ribs. Powered by the rhythm she moved forward, pushing against the ground with each bound. Knees rising high into the air, mud and dust falling from her soles as she flew across the path away from her doubts, far from the niggles and anxieties of the past. For years Phoebe had written herself new years resolution lists in blue biro on lined paper with vague declarations to the gods of change and societal expectations. Nearly ev...
My Universe (#1 and #2 Dylan's pov)
**Author's note; there was a second story, but it didn't submit so I edited this story with a new ending**～～～Gazing into the colourful horizon, I sat beside Ariana before Lake Monova. Trees lined either side, only breaking to form a gap for the pier on the other side, and the rock beneath us was still cool from the night before. The golden light of the sunrise shimmered across the water, reflecting in golden flecks off the ripples in the water and glinting in her amber eyes, making them appear a delicate gold. Gazing across to her, a warm feeling blossomed in my chest. She was so beautiful in ...
What is Your Job?
I am here to help you leave your old life behind. That is my job. My important job. The other one, the institution where I work, is just to earn enough to pay the bills. My real job is sometimes risky, and it can make enemies for me. I have to www.onedoor.cckeep that in mind. Still, I do the work because it matters. We all need to figure out what matters in life. That’s my belief, anyway.***My name is Pilar, Pilar Landín. You may know me as Lavinia Rivers’ friend if you’ve read any of the other stories that are set in Santiago de Compostela, Galicia. It’s true, Lavinia and I are friends, but our relationshi...