The Messenger_Phoenix Trees_All One Must Do is Wait_Upstate
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The Messenger
The year was 1943, and World War 2 was dragging on. German Troops were suffering due to stupid decisions that originated from the fanatic mind of Hitler. The invasion of mainland Europe was on the cards of the Allied army. Americans recently captured the Buna from the Japanese troops. Everyone lauded Paul, the Captain of the US Army, who played a crucial role in that battle. He was recalled to home for a post at The Office of Strategic Services: America's First Intelligence Agency. Paul arrived in the USA with a letter that confirmed his appointment as the training officer in Paris. The OSS of...
Phoenix Trees
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I turned back into the house and rushed to get something, anything, to try and kill the flames with. My mind was on auto-pilot as I reached for a pale by the kitchen door. I filled it up quickly and hurled the water at the raging tongues of fire. My mom’s favorite trees – which she had spent so much of her time, love and care on – had become ablaze. The family centerpiece that had been the spot www.onedoor.ccfor so many family gatherings filled with love and laughter was now gone, it was as if all the memories we had shared as a family were going up in...
All One Must Do is Wait
The season of frost was soon upon us. Those that stood and watched, waiting for the change were taken unaware by the sudden march of ice. The season of warm had gone, and the frost was moving faster than it ever had.My flock and I were some of the last to heed the signs of change. Had we paid attention, maybe our flock would have survived. By the time we noticed, the lakes and rivers were beginning to freeze with ice, and the ground that was soft during the season of warmth, was now harder than rock.I am Willow, the last blue runner of the Crown Flock. Our flock was the biggest in the north. W...
Upstate
Steam rises from the paper cup and brings the sweet smell of cider to my nose. The warmth of the cup feels nice in the grip of my cold, hard hands. It tastes of apples and cinnamon and brown sugar. It soothes the sting in my throat and chest. I feel it warming my belly my legs my toes.She said she’d be here 20 minutes ago.We met on a dating app. 8 million people in New York City and I had to meet someone over the phone. It’s been normalized, though I still feel weird about it. I wonder what my dating life would have been like in the fifties. Maybe social anxieties didn’t exist then. Maybe I w...