A World I Finally Belong_She Who Sleeps_Days for Drolls_The Starflowers
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A World I Finally Belong
I never imagined the depth I would need to pe to feel like I belonged in this world that I was thrusted into. Meeting the expectations of royalty could be a struggle, especially for someone like me. I was used to my father yelling at me to brush my hair, put on my makeup, wear my flowing dress, all before it was 6:30 in the morning. I was never allowed to leave my room until I did the things, he demanded of me, and it felt suffocating. I was never going to be my own person, because I was forced to become an extension of the people who "created" me. "Alexa, what on earth is taking you so long ...
She Who Sleeps
“Kireama, wake up.”The mountain quaked around us as Isapoinhkyaki, the mother of my father, called out to it, her aged face creasing into a smile repeated as many times as there were wrinkles of her skin. She stood tall despite the years that threatened to bow her back, despite the trembling of her hands as they wrapped around my shoulders.I was hardly more than a toddler, then, and had begged my “Aana” to take me up the mountain to the “magical place”. She had told me countless stories of adventures as I grew up, of adventures, people, creatures, places, and most importantly, Her. Kireama, th...
Days for Drolls
Winnie rolled open her construction paper, holding it down so it wouldn't roll back towards itself. Sheltered inside the paper were her jottings; written in cheap crayons and glitter. This was the third time she had opened up her plan, and the third time glitter would spew out. She read her project until she was satisfied with the wording. So again she read outloud:"How I will catch a droll: First, I will pretend to be in deep distress. I will use my homework as a decoy. Second, I will drink chocolate milk and pretend to go to sleep Anwww.onedoor.ccd finally I will catch it when I see it!"Those who hav...
The Starflowers
The Starflowers There was an ancient saying among our people that the holier a city was, the lousier its guards were. Azunipet, however, had always been an exception. It was the most sacred city in our world, also the richest. It was located in a green valley at the confluence of two rivers. Even before you entered the city, you would see beautiful, imposing buildings, each painted a unique shade of blue that towered over the city wall. Exquisite sculptures lined the few paths that lead to the gates. As you draw closer however, you would see an ugly outer timber palisade, painted an eye burnin...