A Hopeless Elegy For A Place Of False Grace_The Eyes In The Forest_The Snake With a Plan_Anastasia a
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A Hopeless Elegy For A Place Of False Grace
That’s the thing about this city-A place to stop and seeAll glories of men and GodsResiding watchfully upon the mountain hill.There were simple accolades last night,Of the right whispering of sights,Music, smells, merry-making and more, The touches of sensory delight, pine. That’s the thing about this city;On the streets, crowds I see,Engaging, embracing talks of glorious fireworks,In the spirit of pure festivities.Spectacles that one deigns not miss,For a time upon them promisesA night of warm bright lights,Piercing through the coldest, darkest streets.That’s the thing about this city;A place...
The Eyes In The Forest
The forest was bright and warm, the sunlight dappled across the leaf-covered ground in a way that evoked images of autumn holiday brochures and children laughing. There was a slight breeze rustling the upper branches, but down at ground level all it did was bring the warmth of the sun in from out in the meadows all around. For everyone not working, it was a weekend to head out and make the most of the last of summer, before the cold settled in.It was, I thought, a terrible place for a murder scene.“All right Andrews?” my boss asked as he came over. Despite the fair weather he was still clutchi...
The Snake With a Plan
Thousands of years before humans controlled this planet, snakes ruled the land. They had the same green-colored armor, with their tongues whole and eight long, lean legs which made them hard to escape from, especially if one was caught in its death grip or bitten with its sharp, venomous fangs. Known as the most dangerous of creatures, the snakes wore their power like a king wore his crown. Not only were they dangerous, but their stories of indestructibiwww.onedoor.cclity traveled from one shore to another when the world had yet to crack and separate. The snakes’ power left the other animals quivering in ...
Anastasia and the Fairy Fakeout
Once upon a time, (all good fairy tales start with once upon a time, yes?) there was a little girl named Anastasia. She went by Ana and was very put out if you called her by her full name (Anastasia Mariposa Jamison) . She was tan , with beautiful, soft, curly strawberry blonde hair that was more often than not in total disarray. She was 6 years old, 2 ½ feet tall, give or take a few inches, and cuter than a puffed up chickadee. (That, in my opinion is the epitome of cute) She was cute, could be the picture of politeness and decorum, but was also brave and tended to be naughty. Very often if ...