Sandrita_The Day It'll Shine_He Swallowed His Fire_Souls, Spirits, Whatever You Call It
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Sandrita
The smell of homemade fried chicken and small, microwaved okra wafted in through Sandrita’s window. She sat behind her curtain and watched her neighbors run from their apartment to the car. They were helping their mom get the groceries, and even though Sandrita knew it was a small thing in their day, she wished she could help someone carry food into the kitchen. She wished she could put on her mother’s big high heels, like the oldest neighbor boy had, and feel the crunch of soft gravel as she balanced plastic bags of orange juice and milk in each hand. Sandrita wanted to eat homemade fried ch...
The Day It'll Shine
Looking out my window and hoping to see more than my reflection. What I did see was this same girl standing behind me reaching over to touch me. That same girl was me. When I turned around she looked exactly like me. I looked back out my window hoping to turn back around and not see myself standing there. So, I close my eyes wondering if my imagination was playing with me, but when I turned back around and there I was still standing. Is this real? Am I still asleep? Closing my eyes once again, hoping to wake up from a dream but when I pinched myself I heard a laugh. She told me, this is no dre...
He Swallowed His Fire
Once upon a time in a faraway land, high on a mountaintop overlooking the tiny village of Elderberry, lived a fire-breathing dragon named Fillibert.” Legend had it that Fillibert had been hatched from an egg that glittered like an enormous crystal in the sunlight. The crystal was said to have given Fillibert his ferocious fire.Dragons are, by nature, hoarders, so, often their lairs became as thick as berry brambles with treasures! Fillibert didn’t hoard gold or art or magic like other dragons. Fillibert’s special weakness was hats. How he first came to love “www.onedoor.cctops,” as he called them...
Souls, Spirits, Whatever You Call It
The first time I saw her I was freshly 16; my birthday is in September, so it was the first week of school and I was completely drained.I was having some banal dream about being a volunteer at a shelter, but the shelter was full of unicorns or whatever. I don’t remember what task I was doing in this random fantasy, but I remember I saw her on the other side of the yard. She was wearing a blue shirt and her hair was in a ponytail. She looked distressed and out of place. And she was in color.It’s hard to verbalize, but I almost always dream in muted shades. Not in black and white or even gray, b...