When Old Soul Meet It was dark. The night had fallen. The curtain of the day had drawn coming to its end. She sat by the window viewing the trees that stood proud and firm beyond and before her, as the wind blew and made its branches gently rock, dance. She sighed kicking off her shoes, rubbing her feet as she lay to rest in the small peach sofa bed she sometimes fell asleep in. She continued to view out the window as the night grew dimmer. Far away she could see a star or two and recognized it was Orion - the three stars in the center of a square. Again. She sighed. Was it the beginning? Was it the end? She untied and loosened her long brown hair that was set tight in a high ponytail. Her long pink fingernails brushed through her hair as she let go of the day. Then as she continued to view out the window, his image came into her mind. She had not thought about him for a very long time. An increasingly long time. The memories started to creep in and cuddle her to...
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Pyrra's Magical Encounter Pyrra was walking barefoot along the beach. the sun was beginning to show its illuminated face on the horizon stretching its arms, hugging the rims of the extended ocean. She stood still taking in the spectacle before her that raised her soul, the way the sun gently rose up at the start of a brand new day. Was this the day? Was it really going to happen today? Her thoughts were permeated by the winds. She tried not think about it, instead she continued to inhale deeply observing the gentle waves of the ocean that softly caressed her naked feet. It was a cooling sensation that grounded her to the Earth. As much as she tried to control her mind it kept easing its way into the thoughts about it. It moved into her mind the way the waves reflected on the water, some rough waves, some gentle waves, some peaceful stillness at moments. She had been waiting for this moment for over 4 years. She knew she had once failed and had felt she had been punished for it for...
Emilia's Secret Wish Emilia was swinging under the tree in the Autumn garden. Her beautiful long young hair was set up in a nice ponytail sealed with bows of pink and purple. As she dangled herself back and forth, she looked up to stare at the clear blue skies that were gently brushed by a soft white cloud here and there. Wondering! This was the very day. She wanted to be with her daddy, who was far far away where only birds could fly or only those big big heavy metal machines could arrive. She then swang slowly until she came to a full stop, dragging her feet in the dusty dirt beneath the swing looking down at her pearl white shiny "charol" shoes. A knot welled up in her throat as tears began to trickle down her seven-year-old cheeks. Then she remembered that her purse was hanging across her chest. She slit her small hand into it and took out her tiny little Minnie Mouse coin purse and began to count 25 cents, 50 cents, a dollar, $2, until...
Melilla and Her Magical Friend It was the crack of dawn. Melilla was sitting at the porch. She had a blank look starring into the horizon. It had been a long and dreary night. She sat on her rocking wooden peach swing, dangling her feet, mesmerized by the beauty of the morning, as she wiped her tears that fell like silent drops into the mug of her morning tea. The road had been too long. Her muscles ached and her heart churned. How long was this going to take place? she wondered. As she looked down and stared at the floor, swinging gently back and forth. Carrying the world on her shoulders. All of a sudden this tiny glimmer of light came flying towards her and sat on her right lap. It was very diamondly sparkly. As she got closer, she saw that this sparkly dangling light had tiny baby wings on it. Silent giggles arrived at her eardrums, laughter and joy secretly reached her heart from. It was a Fairy. Althought she always had wished for...
Missy and Her Special Secret Missy the tiny mouse was rubbing her tired eyes as she laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was 1 a.m. and the neighbors upstairs were up again. They usually were up until 1 to 3 or 4 in the morning almost everyday... what they did not seem to notice was, how it was all affecting everyone's sleep and therefore everyone's life. She cuddled herself in her star glittered patterned pajamas, boasted a sigh, then pulled herself out of bed. What to do? Should she go upstairs and complain for the 'enth' time? Should she tell them once again after she had told them 20-30 times before and nothing had changed? She put on her warm gentle pink slippers and walked towards her youngsters. She went first to Marquis who was also rubbing his tinsy bitsy eyes, in his little wooden bed. Lily was covering her ears and Berkley the tiniest was boasting a long yawn: "When is this going to stop, Mommy?" She told them she...