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It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.The velvet curtains that hanged above the window, her portraits on the wall that she had painted when she was 16 years old.Maria had started painting at just 4 years old. Maria's father was a painter himself he would make money by selling his portraits to the people of his town. Growing up she would watch her father paint all-day-everyday. Maria never knew who her mother was rumor has it that she left when Maria was a day old. One d...
It had been twenty-four years since she`d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Saila`s eyes watered, she sighted, reminiscing the day he became a champion.
Remembering him. The craggy arena stood in the middle of an array of old, blushing oaks, surrounded by shedding. Scattered leaves, dancing in the wind covered the three shaman pillars, each for one of the trials. The arena stood on the...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The woman with the wrinkled, pale skin gave a thin smile as she gazed up at the single, framed photograph on the faded wallpaper. The girl in the photo smiled back, eyes alight with youthful joy.Marie CoulterViolin-----------------------------------------“The building is to be demolished tomorrow morning, ma’am. The manager of the demolition company would like you to sign this to confi...
“Close your eyes, breath. Let your consciousness expand all around you. Feel your barriers dissolve and feel the connection of everything all around you. Feel that all matter and energy is one, coming from the same Source.”
Angel straightened his back ever so slightly, relaxed his shoulders down away from his neck, and released a deep and lengthy exhale. The...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it but the place looked exactly the same. Her childhood home. It stood there abandoned, alone, lost. Its foundation was crumbling. The siding was beyond repair, paint stripped, shattered front porch, swaying front door. And then she said her first word. It was a whisper. An utter. Its echo fighting against the wind, rain. She blinked back her tears.
May all beings be peaceful, may all beings be happy, may all beings be well, may all beings be safe, may all beings be free from suffering - Metta Prayer (There are several versions of this prayer but this one is a beautiful one)
It was the celebration of the New Year. The traditional ritual was conducted by grandfather (the tribe’s oldest person) and his orphaned grandson - Smo...
Time stands still, lurking on the edges of our sanctuary. A thief, churning with waves of jealousy unable to be contained. I grimace. Not a single morning goes by without unwanted thoughts plaguing my mind and leaving my malnourished frame shaking with despair.
Your small hand finds its way to mine, and I resist the urge to smile. Of course, you would know. You understood better than most, despite your youth. Ti...
“It was me,” Su broke the silence.Annie froze in the spot.“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to...”Annie went in to the bedroom and slammed the door. She didn’t want to hear anything.Su knew he couldn’t live a life as a liar. He would die of guilt if he didn’t keep his promise.Annie hugged her blanket and began to cry, she couldn't accept that he was leaving her. Su gave a silent knock to the door.In the inside he knew that he wouldn’t get a response, so he left the house and started walking away.T...
“It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Except for one thing - the woman who lived in the home Ethel May was standing in front of, was gone. She had passed away over a year ago and was greatly missed by everyone who had known her. Including me, my name is Ethel May Carter and the woman in question was Martha May Carter, my mother. I was unable to say good-bye until now.Now standing in front of her home memories of my childhood flooded back a...
“Are you ready for this Benjamin?” he asked emotionless as I stared off into the early morning sky. It was pale and the lake in front of us looked like a black mirror.
“I can’t turn back now.” I said with nervous anticipation. “Will I really get to see it?”
The celestial time traveler turned to look across the lake. “As soon as the first ray of sun shows itself over the horizon I will take you there.” ...
“Fine, fine!” Alanka glanced around, checking to see if anyone besides them was around. “I took it… I stole the eggs.”
Kat smirked. “I knew it! It was you!”
Alanka twisted her purple and black hair into a braid. “They were so pretty! I couldn’t help it!”
“Alanka!” Kat shook her by the shoulders. “Phoenix eggs are precious! You can’t just steal an egg and hope it hatches! They r...
(Hi guys. This is my first time here so I could use some comments and critiques. Thanks!). I woke up in a mood that immediately felt wrong for that day. The air smelled the same way I remembered it from all the mornings I was all packed up and ready to go to summer camp. I would always feel excited but terrified at the same time, ready to be away from home on my own but also apprehensive and sad. That day, thirty-some years later, I felt the same mixed excitement. It was bitter-sweet and made me feel like a child again. But all I a...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It didn’t smell like cigarettes, incense and cologne anymore, but it had the same warmth to it - which felt odd because, while he was there, it wouldn’t take long for her to be intoxicated by an indifference that’d make her whole body shiver, even on the hottest of summers.The whole house screamed his name with the same ache in her heart, longing for meaning, for ownership, for care. She could see letters of abandonment written...
'You ready, Mike?'
Mike clicked before John can complete his statement. The website was live, and so was their business.
'How much are you expecting?'
'Definitely more than 100 before midnight,' clarified John. They were expecting orders on their website that sold T-shirts.
'Quiet optimistic. Ain't it?'
'Hoping for the best.'
The hope of John began reflect...
It had been twenty-four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked the same. Well, not exactly the way it had looked before. It had been a hard twenty-four years for her and the place she once called home as well. It hadn’t been very pleasant either. Death had decided to visit the mortals and play his torturing games, games no one wanted or liked. She had found the olden building while exploring the forest fr...
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