The Dawn : Nona_Ella Builds a Home_The Bonnie To My Clyde_Wisps From the Past
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The Dawn : Nona
I walked through what I called summer breeze. I wonder, what was autumn felt like? The tropical islands like Indonesia didn’t have one. This island was forcefully trapped under two seasons that’s fated for all lands passed by equatorial line. But once in a year, you might able to witness some trees turn to its golden leaves and let it blew by the wind, a scenario that’s only could be seen by eyes. I was incapable to capture it into a paper of long-lasting memories. A paper that let you traced an old moment once again. The golden leaves, old and weak but yet gracefully falls shaken by the wind....
Ella Builds a Home
For as long as she could remember, Ella Brodie had been expected to take after her grandmother. And Ella could remember pretty far back, though she never claimed, as some who wrote autobiographies did, to have perfect recollections of what people uttered over her while she was still in the maternity ward. But she was called after her Grandmother. She even looked like her grandmother (at any rate, they were both a little taller than average, and had wavy dark hair and unusually long eyelashes) and had what the family called her grandmother’s ways.She had, sadly, lost both her grandmothers bef...
The Bonnie To My Clyde
Azrael was giddy as he walked to Kalma’s home. She had called telling him she has a surprise for him and to come quickly. As he pranced to her place he couldn’t help but speculate what the surprise could be. Kalma had always been different from everyone he had courted. Azrael felt a deep connection with her; she was his Eureka moment he often thought. He showed her his skeletons and she danced with them. He couldn’t help the grin that grew as he thought of what she had in store.As Azrael entered through her door, he caught a whiff of something that stopped him dead in his tracks emotions bubb...
Wisps From the Past
A tendril of smoke coiled and wafted through the air of the farm. Lazing along with the earthy scent of new corn silage, cows and manure. The movement of the cows through the milking parlor shifted the pong into her working air space.Abby startled when she got a whiff. She gave herself a shake as she continued to prep cow udders and attach milking machines. The rote work provided a chance for her to figure out why the smell bothered her beyond all of the other smells on the farm.As the final cows in the group finished milking, the milking units retracted and Abby applied post-milking disinf...