Fiction

You’re outside, deep within the vast pine forest.
The earthy aroma is unmistakably there
And you can feel the ground’s texture through the soles of your shoes.
You run through the woods feeling like the carefree child you were years ago.

The sun beat down with the ferocity of a tiger. Mia strolled along the busy streets of Monroe to her father’s pediatric practice. It was the last day of summer, and she was enjoying one last ice cream cone.

She stared at her old house, receding in the distance. The old farmhouse which had treated her so well. The house on top of the hill, with its mint curtains and plum shutters. She sighed and twisted. 

The cold, gray morning made me feel lonelier than ever, like nothing mattered. Like I didn’t matter. Fog obscured my vision for miles in either direction. The ocean swooshed around, churning up gray froth as the stiff wind howled.

    I run through the woods, my hands trailing on the foliage along the sides of the packed down trail. The trail had been used by me, my mother, and her mother, and so on and on. It led to a small magical place where I felt safe.

"Hey, Chessie?"
I looked up, swinging my legs in the open air. The ledge underneath me wouldn't crumble, or at least, it better not. Domane's wings were loud, loud with each beat as she alighted next to me, claws digging into the ground.

My day is done. My voice was heard. Now I can relax. Climb into my cozy pajamas, and rest. One long week has gone by, and the next two days are to myself. As I walk home I can see the busy traffic of people trying to get home to their families.

[Art by cedar]I chose to carry on the story of cedars Coons. (The coon, along witht the moon, can speak English.) Just a short little story. :)
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    A star fell in the field behind the house. 

He walked through the maze of corridors, trying to find his way back to the dining hall where his host was awaiting him. Who puts the damn bathroom so far away from the main hall anyway? he thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly.