How to Seek the Sun_The Accuser_Choose your Ghosts Wisely_Constructive Criticism
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How to Seek the Sun
Keep your head down. Eyes low.Tread softly, placing your boots with their duct-taped soles in the prints left by the person in front of you.Don’t go too fast, for the person behind.Don’t stop. Don’t look back.And don’t look up.~~~Keep your head down. The wind is strong, strong enough to pull you off course, if you let it.The wind carries things with it. Dust that grits up in your eyes and your mouth, a reminder of where you came from, and where you will return. Rain, occasionally. Not the kind you’d turn your face up for, lips open and soft as petals—this rain stings and bites.Sometimes, if yo...
The Accuser
The heavy courtroom door swung silently on its hinges before the prisoner. Arm in arm with the powerful guards he was led out into the hushed silence that fell before him. All eyes probed and prodded at him as he walked across the room before taking his seat at the cramped worn desk. Before him stood the Judges seat, raised high and looming over him and indeed the entire room. Whispers began to surface from the depth of the silence, murmurings and ponderings about the events that were to unfold before the room. To the prisoners right sat the prosecution, dressed smartly and curtly, his hair br...
Choose your Ghosts Wisely
She looked at me for a few seconds and then said, “I think you’re old enough now to hear the full story.”I was a little taken aback. My aunt Nadia had told me stories of her late brother many times, and they were all wondrous. She was the head of my father’s side of the family. Being much older than my father, she was more like a grandmother to my siblings and me. I, however, had a special connection with her because I, apparently, looked very much like her when she was young. But the real reason we got closer was that I moved schools to one near her house. So every Wednesday, while my friends...
Constructive Criticism
“I remember when I was youwww.onedoor.ccr age I had to make the dinner and not complain about it”. “I bet you didn’t make the dinner when you were nine Grandma” said Johnathon disbelievingly. “Johnathon I did” said his Grandma, thinking back to when at his age she was capable of cooking dinner for the family while this boy in front of her had trouble toasting a piece of bread! “Gran, do you think I am useless?” he asked her lying on the couch. “No of course not. You just haven’t been taught how to do things. It was different in my day because I had to do lots of jobs. We had no Mum, and Dad couldn’t cook; b...