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Night Owls
In the car again. They say it like I'm going on an adventure. I haven't seen her in over a year. Her face looks different, but the same. Her dark wavy hair like a halo around her tan skin, and I have a little brother now... He's almost a year old. I file into the car; me, and my stuff that I've accrued. Some things over time, like my stuffed bunny rabbit that I've had since I was a baby, and my pink CD player. Some new, like the glitter gel pens that I spill onto the back seat, so I can draw at traffic lights.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Vengeful Souls
The rain stopped not too long ago. The roads were soaked and muddy. Despite being midday, the sky was grey, and barely any light came through the clouds. A thick fog still reigned over the surroundings, making the environment humid. It was the type of humidity that chilled to the bone.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
ELEMENT OF SUPRISE
This morning's sunrise was exceptional, and the start of an amazing adventure. Element, was a miracle in itself, if not been for the care of its native Indian Tribe, this horse would have died a birth. Element's heritage was rich in a native culture revered, and true to its Sioux beginnings. His father, Star chaser, was a strong and trusted steed, whose bloodline was reserved for Chief Raging Bull's prominent legacy. Of all the Breed that roamed the land, star chaser was the most majestic, and finest of its kind. As time would tell Element would not only become a legend of his own but a symbol of freedom and healing. A guide for the broken-hearted and special spirits that had lost their way. Today was Elements born day. Unknowingly to his present owners, this was a magical day. No one on the farm could foresee the day's upcoming events. No one that is except a prize stallion, and his two newfound companions. After wake-up call and breakfast, the usual schedule was our first support group of the day, a meditation session to get our brains functioning and activated. I'd enjoyed this group for a number of reasons. One I had been feeling better than ever, and most of all since my arrival at the center I'd been in confrontation with my lower self. With the technique's I'd learned in this group, I was applying the pressure needed to overcome the insanity which led me to this point of humility and new beginnings. This group was only an hour and was over as quickly as it began. I imagined it was because I enjoyed it so much.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR4 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Birds Started Singing
The Day the Birds Started Singing 1__________________ She could hear the birds. No matter what she did, she could hear them, singing where they had never sung before. Even though all windows were up, the doors were locked, they weren't invited, they were singing. This is when she knew.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Fiction
Silence
Silence. That was all there was now. Once upon a time, there were birds in the woods, chirping at one another in seemingly random symphonies. Deer rustling through the bushes, searching for something to eat. Owls hooting at night, guarding the trees as the others slept. Not anymore. Now these woods echoed a silence. The colony wars and haphazard hunting practices during the years of scarce resources and panic by poachers and eager salesmen emptied this home a long time ago. But still, the silence was beautiful.
By H. Winters4 years ago in Fiction
If It Weren't For Me
Here's the thing about agreements. For many, when they are broken the repercussions tend to be decently small nothing more than an angry or disappointed 2nd party. But nothing ends up with serious casualties. I never thought about the seriousness of making an agreement and keeping my word. If I would've known that the one I had just made would be so permanent, all my decisions would've been so much different than the ones I made.
By avani bodden4 years ago in Fiction
Arranging Deck Chairs
The water had come up past our waists. ‘Honey, I’m cold’. ‘So am I’. I hadn’t spoken in hours, she talked the whole time, but it was the first I felt like responding. We had to keep going. There was no other way down this mountain. She was a few feet behind me, struggling to push her weight thru the river that seemed like sand.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Hold Your Breath
“My cheeks hurt from laughing’ reaching out the longer of her legs, drawing a pictograph in the sand with her toes. ‘let’s shave our heads and join a cult… want to?’ daring me. Her long legs stroke the sand like a brush, doting the eyes on her ancient drawings. Reproducing the cartoons, she loves so much found in French caves.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
