Buried: A Tale of Two Souls_Silver Wings_The Fable of the Moth and the Poppy_The Old Hag and the Pig
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Buried: A Tale of Two Souls
“Do you think rain is real?” Jean gave Alexis a perturbed stare. “Of course not. It’s been hypothesised, but there’s no proof of it. Why would you think that?” “All the stories talk about it. Stories came from people, and those people must have seen it from somewhere.” “Alexis, we’re eighteen. We’re not supposed to believe in childish fantasies.” She gave him a smug stare. “Except it isn’t a fantasy. I spoke with Rosenburg. He said his grandfather saw rain.” Jean rolled his eyes. “Rosenburg’s a ranger. They’ll tell all kinds of crazy storieswww.onedoor.cc to attract new recruits,” he paused, a sudden realis...
Silver Wings
The first time Brazen told her, “I hate you,” Sylvia burst into tears.They weren’t the gentle kind of tears that flow down rosy cheeks like waterfalls in thin creeks. No, these were ugly, big, and loud, much like Sylvia herself. They collapsed from her eyes like boulders, heading an avalanche of salt water that Brazen flitted away from immediately upon seeing them.“I love you too, Brazen,” Sylvia chuckled, swinging one of the boulders to the side with a velvet gloved hand. Brazen turned so red that he could have hidden amongst the fibers if he wanted to. Nothing but his angry mutterings would...
The Fable of the Moth and the Poppy
The sweet scent of wild flowers mixed with the fresh and clean scent of the evening rain. Today was the first day of spring, and all the flowers will be blooming any minute now.The dawn rose over the mountains, making a golden crested scene. A breeze started to pick up, causing the stems of the flowers to sway lightly, back and forth.A small flutter of wings masked one small blooming bud. Small hands came out of the moth shaped figure to tend to the newly grown poppy bud. The warmth and bright rays of the sun began to sparkle over the cascading hills and hills of flowers blooming.The moth fair...
The Old Hag and the Pig
There once was an old hag who lived alone in a shack in the woods. She has not always been an old hag, but had been born the daughter of a rich man and a beautiful woman, both of whom had hoped that she would grow up to marry the Prince. Instead, while she was still young her mother died, her father remarried just before dying himself, and the Prince married her stepsister. Shortly thereafter, bitter and angry because of her own tragedies and the good fortune of her stepsister, she moved out into the woods.One day while out picking herbs the old hag sang aloud, as she was want to do, for she ...