Big Dreams: A Leap of Faith_Anywhere but here_God's Finger_Terra Linda
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Big Dreams: A Leap of Faith
Taking Chances, change has never been in Avery's vocabulary, but on this day April 9th 2021 Avery received the best news of her life. Avery got accepted into the New York City Ballet. Avery's mom Suzie reads her acceptance letter: "Miss Avery Collins it is with great pleasure and honor to formally invite you to join the New York City Ballet. We hopwww.onedoor.cce to see you soon"Avery, her parents and brother are all jumping for joy accept Avery. In all the excitement Avery sneaks out of her house and goes to her favorite place the lake.Ever since Avery was a little girl she loved the lake, the peacefulness...
Anywhere but here
How long is a lifetime?I have counted time in the sun and the stars as they journey across the skies, and in the tides as they call upon the shores, for as long as I have known life. A life I have lived only here, among the dense forest of palms, in the burning sands, aside the rushing fall of water. A life, I know, is coming to an end. It is the home in which my body and soul reside and as it crumbles beneath my feet like a torturously slow-motion avalanche, I can feel my soul crumble with it.I know very little of the world beyond these waters. The ways of others are unknown to me. I lead a s...
God's Finger
Summer in the Midwest, for those of you who have never experienced one, is a combination of heaven and hell. Summers that are smothered with humidity you can walk on, and knowing that this may not be the first day of the rest of your life, but probably the last. When you live in the city you don’t have a lot of choices when it comes to escaping the heat. You have even fewer chances when you are ten years old. Cement ponds are an attempt to squelch the riots that stem from the stress that accompanies, not being able to escape what is recognized, as torture. Fighting the elements, in winter m...
Terra Linda
An army of urbanites march up the platform, and an intrusion of cosmopolites scuttle along side them; all passengers pour onto the train. The doors are about to close and a straggler comes running up the platform. No one seems to see or hear her. People are consumed by their devices and thoughts, and preoccupied with protecting their personal space. The red light flashes above the doors. She might not make it. The last train of the day. A flash of royal blue and a streak of red hair sprint through the closing doors. Being left behind would’ve meant taking the bus or walking five miles in the...