Everlong_Seeing beyond the Clouds_The Girl and the Mouse, a Love Story_Soulmate or Teacher?
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Everlong
And then, as it has since the Beginning of it all,Summer had come again.The sun burned bright and reassuring from the window in my apartment as it had before. But this time, the warmth couldn’t touch me from my empty bed. The rays stretched out across the apartment, searching for me. They beckoned me, but I didn’t budge from my side. I faced a gray wall. I wasn’t interested in a new season. Last summer had been different. I couldn’t wait to get out of bed, couldn’t wait to run outside to my car. I always seemed to be running late. Maybe it was from the deep, black, thoughtless sleep the sticky...
Seeing beyond the Clouds
"I can see it now". said Jane. Jane climbing up the mountain along with her friends. "The clouds are moving west so I can see the top of the mountain covered with snow" Jane yelled down, as the wind gusts down their faces. John climb up behind Jane. "Do you think we will make it before nightfall? asked John, looking at Jane. "I don't think we will because of the weather. said Sarah. Jane turned looking up the mountain and see the weather coming in. Jane thought Sarah is probably right. Jane turned around. "Sarah, I think you are right. We are going to make camp a quarter of the way to the top....
The Girl and the Mouse, a Love Story
The mouse did not like the little box where it made its home. The box smelled of dust and tobacco and dirty, meaty hands, sweaty from their wanting. Wanting more money, more food, more cigarettes. The box did not smell like the honey and lemon box the girl put the mouse in before she was taken away. The girl had golden hair, like a perfect sunset, and big brown eyes. Chocolate eyes, just like the chocolates the girl would steal from the headmistress's room when she was out doing whatever the headmistress did when she was not pestering the girl.The girl talked to the mouse about where she thou...
Soulmate or Teacher?
Soulmate or TeacherIt was 2011 when the last leaves had fallen, leaving dark branches reaching toward the sky with their claw-like fingers. It was then that I met him. He lived in the West with a controlling wife and estranged daughter. I lived on the East coast and had a family of my own. We connected through Facebook with another friend of mine. The picture of the man drew me. I usually don’t add people I don’t know, but I was drawn to this pensive man looking over a bay, dark hair ruffling in the wind, leather jacket, and glasses. Little did I expect this man would become one of the most in...