Stories tagged “peaches”
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Nectar of the Gods
The fresh fruit rested in the hands of the young phalamancer, who squeezed it impatiently with a telling disdain. “Under-ripe, pah!”, she spoke, a soft insult to the mother tree which lay rooted in the nearby ground. A white front of fragil...
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Who Can tell?
“The sky is large on large days and small on small days.” “Wha…??” “Let me explain: my perception of reality makes the sky bigger on big days, and smaller on small days. It’s like green, it gets darker on green days an...
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Ode to Peaches
Peaches soft and fuzzy yellow mixed with orange Peaches when underripe are hard and bitter Peaches when overripe are soft and messy Peaches when just right are sweet and juicy running down your chin drops of succulent bliss round, full, fruits waiting ...
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House no. 1427
The door to the cottage was open, but without any sign of a forced entry. He stepped lightly down the overgrown garden path to the front door, and called out, just loud enough for anyone inside to hear him. He waited a minute, but only silence came. He...
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peaches
Momma tied up my hair into a ponytail and I picked out a pretty light blue calico dress. It comes down just below my knees and has short sleeves with lace. I put on a little white apron over it and put my book into my wicker basket. The sun was just co...
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peach pie
Selling peaches was my how I made some pocket money. Two summers earlier momma had come up with a plan after she caught me spending day after day lying out in the peach orchard reading that if I kept the trees healthy, pruning them and treating them wi...
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summertime
I remember the day summer came during my eighth year. It was a hot day and the sun was already burning in the sky when I woke up to the rooster’s song. I shrugged into the purple and white flecked dress and quickly combed through the tangle of li...
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miriam, the peach girl
The day had cooled since the morning and it turned into a beautiful day. I waved to Jonah and Amos as they came to help Momma with our few animals. They had been coming over since before Papa went to be with God and I guess it was just so routine they ...
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peach girl and english boy
I looked from the little boy, who was about my age, to the man in the driver’s seat who I assumed was his dad. The boy was smiling real big and with his bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair he looked real pretty. “Okay.” The dad smi...
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the seed's been planted
When the call came for dinner I gathered my peaches and tied my pocket money into the pouch I’d made with scraps from the sewing bin. I ran into the house yelling to Momma, “Momma, Momma! The English moved in today! The Yoder’s cousin...
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miriam and alexander
As the summer went on Alexander started coming over to help with the peach stand and we’d talk and laugh. He’d show me his school books and photos from Oregon and I’d take him to the fun places around out farms: the creek with the rop...