Shelter for the Night_Translating the Mirrors_Christine_The Gift of Freedom
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Shelter for the Night
The rain pelted against the windshield, reducing visibility to near zero. Phil glanced at Erin, amazed she could sleep through this storm. He realized with a sigh that they were completely lost. He thought he’d followed the signs properly but maybe one of them had been turned round or perhaps he’d just missed something. The map on his lap made little sense. Stifling a yawn, he reached over to Erin who awoke with a jolt.“We there yet?” she asked sleepily, “oh wow, the weather!”“I know, tell me about it. You’ve been asleep for ages. I’m not sure where we are, babe. We passed a pub a couple of mi...
Translating the Mirrors
Being 6 years younger than my twin sister's certainly had it's perks. Sure I was too young to be included in their secrets and plans...they simply saw me as their childish, naive and probably annoying sibling that knew nothing about the nature of the world. Little did they know that whilst 6 years was too big of a gap to be 'buddies' with them...it was small enough that I could relate to, or at understand the basics of what was going on in their lives. Whilst they were going through their teenage angst period I was in the later years of primary school and somehow became the translator between...
Christine
When Christopher was born, Maggie could stop having children as her husband, Bill, finally got the son he wanwww.onedoor.ccted. His two big sisters, Kelly and Sally, couldn’t wait until Mom brought home their new baby brother. But one thing the doctors failed to mention was that Christopher was really a Christine.They took their new son home and the girls just loved him immediately. They helped their mother care for him. Kelly was five and Sally was four when baby Christopher was born. They quickly learned how to diaper and feed him. To them, he was their little living doll.When he was about two, his sister...
The Gift of Freedom
Inside the golden garden, through grass green and good, two perfect figures walked, the first, a tall, slender man with skin white and soft as the dancing clouds high above. His arms stretched all the way down to the bucket he carried, no doubt for apples, but as with everything inside these walls, the bucket did not cause him strife. Beside him, walked the second figure, a woman with hair so fair and golden that even the sun seemed dim by comparison. Their smiles could be seen even from my spot hidden amongst the tree leaves as could their naked bodies. Of course, what need did they have for...