The Jazeldians_Fireside Tombs_Orchard Conversations_Peculiar Hot Mess
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The Jazeldians
We come from the country Jazeldi. Our country rose to power by violence and it was the strongest of them all. Or at least we thought.~~~~~~~~~~"Bye, we'll miss you," our neighbors called to me.My family was moving. We were tired of the violence, but sometimes violence was necessary. That's what made us the strongest. Still, we were nervous to move. We didn't know if people would approve of us, since we had Jazeldian blood. It would take two days to get to our new house. We were traveling by plane, hoping it would get us there the fastest. We were eager to leave as soon as possible.During the p...
Fireside Tombs
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Great, just another day at Fireside Tombs Cemetery. I give Gus a withering look, then extinguish the flames. In all his 6 "1" translucent glory, he ducks his head and scuffs his shoes across the leaf-covered walkway. "Gus, I don't have a permit to burn leaves. It's detrimental to the headstones. Besides, these leaves are to be bagged up with the rest so I can deliver them to Let's Talk Dirty Compost Company." "Sorry, Lottie." My name is Charlotte, but he insists on calling me, Lottie. Sometimes, he gets cranky when he thinks he's not get...
Orchard Conversations
I watched his eyes twinkle like gems in the sunlight while staring at something as mediocre as apples and how he handled them like they were fragile newborns. I'd come to notice that it was his thing - touching things like they'd crumble into dust at the slightest amount of pressure, feeling everything as if he'd just acquired the sense. He gently plucked one from a low hanging tree branch and set it down in his basket where several other cherished apples were settled.Never once had I seen him stop smiling. He grinned, a wide happy thing, not caring that his teeth were cracked and yellow or th...
Peculiar Hot Mess
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire!” I exclaimed.“Wow! Is that so? You must be kidding! Tell me the whole story from the start.” Mika, my best friend said with disbelief. She had just come back from the washroom when I was relaying my autumnal holiday story for the third time today.“www.onedoor.ccOkay, here I go again…”" Ooof! " I groaned. I had fallen off my bed and that was because I had smelled bacon. Ah that smell. I sniffed around following the scent of the sizzling smell of bacon like as if I was in a trance. Imagining the thin flat pieces of red coloured meat, filled with veal an...