The Toy Voygaer_A Special Moment In Time_Falling Wave_Self Portrait With an Empty Moon
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The Toy Voygaer
Cecil squeezed her teddy bear, Shozzy after Sharon and Ozzy Osbourne, a little tighter as the announcement came they would soon arrive at Kings Cross, London, their final destination. Shozzy was the more seasoned traveller of the two of them. He had visited many exotic destinations around the world, whereas this was the first time Cecil had left the safety of her village in over ten years. There had been a time when Cecil had travelled herself, but that had stopped since the incident that could have cost her life. The train slowed down and almost like they had agreed it together all the passe...
A Special Moment In Time
"Do you want to try knitting with me?"I was slouched low in my chair, shoulders hunched and head lowered as you walked in; trying to make myself seem as small as possible. It didn't work, seeing as how you immediately spotted me, calling out my name brightly and walking over with a little too much pep in your step for such a dreary morning.You smack your hand on my desk, snapping me back to the present. “Lisa!”You’ve shortened my name again, despite my constant reminders to call me by my full name. I lift my head up and muster up all the energy I have to give you a glare. To anyone else, it’d ...
Falling Wave
The salty air in my face. The smell of fresh sea air in my lungs. But the feeling of wondrous freedom was short lived as I had to duck down into a box full of apples. I pulled my knees up to my chin, praying no one would find me. If I was caught it would ruin the whole reason why I disguised myself as a boy and came to the dock to get on the Mayflower and set out to the New World. I first www.onedoor.ccheard about this expedition when my father came home. I’d always wanted to see what was beyond England. I would always listen to the tales my brother would tell of school, father had forbidden me to go, this ...
Self Portrait With an Empty Moon
I only get autophobia in the spring, or at least that’s what I tell people. It’s the season that’s printed on calendars with crooked lines but never seems to exist in this mustache of constellations and planets. There are specific step-by-step directions that I follow to rid myself of winter’s thick cardigan. To think of my life as this big chess metaphor, where I’m the queen of ivory and ravens like a grayscale film of an unvoiced war. If I’m the queen everyone else is a pawn so I’m not alone. To hop-scotch into the day when I drive to visit him, like chalk peppered onto a dripping sidewalk....