Stories tagged “december”
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Friendship Anew
The beginning of this tale starts with a end. An end of a beloved, sweet sister of mine. A sister made of love, A sister made of time, A sister made of friendship. Yes, it was the death of my best friend, Blossom’s lovely sister Lora life, That s...
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The Start of a Good Day
I smiled as I lay in bed with eyes still closed. The odd light told me that my dream had come true, but I was scared to look lest I jinx it. At long last, I peeked with one eye. It was just as I’d hoped: the first snow of the year! It fell all ni...
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coney island in december
Coney Island in the off season. It’s gray and bleak, the rides wet from the rain, the lights turned off. Everything is in slow motion here. Time stops for hours and hours. Nothing bad can happen in this world. It’s so somber, yet so peaceful. It’...
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The Escape
Melinda finally managed to get up off the floor of the living room and make her way to the kitchen, her eyes still puffy from crying. She sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window into the snowy darkness of the December night, falling deeper and...
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December Snow
Too many dark Decembers have passed without my knowledge; uncounted Christmases and New Year’s Days spent trying to stay alive. Seven years of fighting have blurred together into an incoherent swirl. The only thing I remember clearly is snow, whi...
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December Snow (Reposted)
Too many dark Decembers have passed without my knowledge; uncounted Christmases and New Year’s Days spent trying to stay alive. Seven years of fighting have blurred together into an incoherent swirl. The only thing I remember clearly is snow, whi...
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Hello, Dear December
Hello, dear December, the last but not the least. Arriving opportunely when my sorrow is increased, You give a glimpse of hope, a light within this barren hour, Sustaining me through Winter, when all other hope has ceased. Hello, dear December. My hear...
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At the summit
His journey had taken him much of the day. “A day well spent” he muttered as he looked at the watch on his ancient hand. It was now well past three o’clock and the sun was giving way to what would become a beautiful sunset. A nudge fr...
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The way down
The warm oranges and reds of the slowly setting sun did not offer him any heat or comfort, in fact he was colder now than before. His pace had slowed and each step had become a jarring insult to his body but it was a clear night and the moon was there ...
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December 9th
In a small apartment in Leith the morning light split the smoke stained curtains and brought new promises of life and warmth to the room. Roy did not feel the warmth of the sun, nor the promise it offered. He packed his bags festidiously, making sure a...