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Write a story titled 'The Wind in the Willows'.

Posted in Spring on Apr 26, 2024

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The Wind in the Willows

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I can’t help but study the dirt beneath my mother’s fingernails as the blood slowly trickles out of her arm and into the smooth wooden bowl in my hands. I ate dandelion greens out of this bowl only a few hours ago. My knife–our knife–rests on the kitchen table next to her hip, its blade glistening in the full moon’s light. I realize this probably already sounds like some witchy-tale set in New England in the 1600’s, rather than an event taking place in a time of CT scans, smartphones and fake news.  That’s because we don’t exist. At l...

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the wind in the willows

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The willow trees whistled and groaned with the existential exhaustion of lost and wandering damned souls seeking unachievable salvation amongst the shadowy corners of the earth. Shadows that stretched just that little bit too long in the growing gloom, swayed and danced a little too erratically as a swirl of bitter wind stirred up the leaves that had begun to rot into nothingness on the forest floor. All was too silent, the quiet of the grave reaching its spectral hands up to clasp at the living, even the occasional cry of a night bird seeme...

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The Wind in the Willows (of Night and Stars)

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The night sky was darkest black velvet, sprinkled with the glittering of stars held together by milky threads. In the centre of this night sky she hung, full and a luminous silvery-blue. He stood there, waiting under their favourite tree – a willow.His skin was bronzed, his figure tall and light yet muscular. He wore clothes of dappled greens and browns like a rich, forest loam and a gentle breeze seemed to roll around him, caressing him lovingly, gently waving his long, earthy brown hair. But it was his eyes that were the most captivating. ...

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The Wind in the Willows

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Once upon a time, there was a woman named Rose. Rose was extremely beautiful and kind. She was known for her sparkly blue eyes and gorgeous smile. Many people called her Persephone, the goddess of spring because of her natural beauty and spring-like features. As beautiful as Rose was, she was never interested in boys, until she met a man named Caspian. Caspian was a merchant who was betrothed to another woman named Violet. Violet was the opposite of Rose. She was also known for her beauty but she had the heart of the devil. She had...

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The Wind in the Willows

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Spring has set in here in our small rural home town, “Way down Upon the Suwannee River”. Jingles in my mind when I drive over our one bridge connecting so many people to the town were all working and thriving in. Every year around this time, Our main natural resource floods. The dark water rises higher and higher every week, making the towns folk have to get on their golf carts and drive to the local park that features our beautiful and mysterious river. They have to barricade the roads because the water is just too deep and we hav...

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Through the Willow

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Sometimes the corner of Fern and Greenfield, the one with the old weeping willow tree, was lonely.  I mean, I loved being a sixth-grade patrol, strapping on that neon orange belt over one shoulder and around my waist. It proclaimed my maturity to the rest of the student body of Bendle Elementary.  It was lonely because only a few walkers came in my direction, and I didn’t have a partner like most of the other patrols. One kid the teachers chose got in trouble for smoking after school. Thank goodness. I knew that kid. He made all ki...

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The Wind in the Willows

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Jeremiah Willow’s head hit something sharp and hard. “Oww!” He shouted, as his fingertips found a half-inch long wound and matted sticky hair. Combined with the vinegary stench of the coop, he thought for a moment he might be sick. But there wasn’t as much blood as he feared, which calmed his heartbeat and brought him back to his senses.  His son, Isaiah, had replaced the chicken coop roofing last month, but the sixteen-year-old had his mind on baseball and PlayStation, not safety. The boy had not bent the nails. His daughter, Mary...

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Wind in the Willows

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“Happy 7th birthday, darling.” Mum and dad sang happy birthday. I joined in. There was a big cake in the middle of the table with 7 candles on it. I had to blow out the candles, which I managed at the second attempt. Then they handed over my present. It didn’t look like a football. It looked like a book. I ripped off the paper and it was a book. “The Wind in the Willows” by Kenneth Grahame. At the time I was a bit disappointed but I grew to love the book. I had been enjoying the TV series so my parents thought that I would enjoy reading the ...

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Wind In The Willows

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The wind in the willows,Listen as it blows,The wind in the willows,The cause of which, no one knows. Sway does all the trees,In the soothing autumn breeze,Deep in the shivers of night,When the moon shows no light. The willow tree shivers,Along with the harsh gusts,The old oak leisurely withers,While the willow stands tall and robust. A chill runs down my spine,As I watch the river flows by,Shapely designed,Its words a sacred lie. A doe runs fast, yet silent,An owl screeches into the night,The wind bangs against my ear, defiant,The owl, this ...

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Wind in the Willows

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THE WIND IN THE WILLOWSBy Chris AshlineThroughout history, there have been many tales and lore regarding creatures of all types. One such creature roams the bayous in Louisiana near a little town named Blue Stone. The townspeople have given this creature that has decided to reside in the area the name of the Willowwind. While none of the people have ever actually seen the creature, there are also some locals who have never been seen again. There are those who have been brave enough to travel out in the swamp for all kinds...

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The Wind in the Willows

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They warned her against leaning into the whispers of the wind, warned her of their influence. But they must not have heard the voices that spoke to her, the words like sweet honey she stirs in her morning tea. She did not know where they came from and she often searched, both within herself and within the bright places, for promises like these would not come from a place of darkness. It was her mother’s voice at first. Her mother had passed to the next world a great many springs ago, a season...

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The wind in the willows

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 I finally walked away. The last two years have been full of lies, tears, and pain. I spent so much time screaming in the wind, talking to a wall and nothing was ever going to change. The look in his eyes said everything that his words were not. I don’t know what else I could have done or said to change the way things were. But he was more concerned with how people would see him if they found out who and what he really is and tried so hard to hide.How could I have been so blind and stupid? I suppose when you love and trust som...

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The Wind in the Willows

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Potentially sensitive issues/triggering content: child abandonment, family breakdown***Look, Auntie Em, the houses are screaming! Lacey tripped along beside me as, with Disney-pink bag on my back, and dragging my suitcase behind me, we entered the Deer View Estate. Nine years old and quite the creative thinker, only moments before she had told me her head felt like lava, and although it was true that temperatures had risen slightly these past few days, there was still a chill breeze and the April sky remained overcast.From across the street,...

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The Wind in the Willows

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(CAUTION: Story includes themes of physical abuse, substance abuse, sexual abuse, miscarriage, and mental health issues. Proceed at your own advisory.)I do remember being beautiful. I was loved once. I know I was. As a child, the young boys used to throw rocks at me, and my mother always told me that was how a boy would express affection."That just means they like you. You're beautiful, my love."I loved my mother. My father loved her very much as well. I know because her skin was miscolored and often swollen. After all, that is how boys show...

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The Wind in the Willows

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The Wind in the WillowsA Short StoryBy Maura MorganDaddy finished mowing the lawn, and Mama finished working in her garden. Then we played a game of badminton in our big backyard. It was after school let out for the year and before it got too hot to be outside. Daddy and I played as one team, and Mama was the other. Being only six, I wasn’t very good at it, and we didn’t keep score anyway. I got bored with the game and decided to do something else. Daddy’s shadow stretched long as he stood in the late afternoon ...

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