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They sneaked into the forest. Their Gems started glowing. TAhe moon was silver through the trees. They listened... Owls and crickets. No one moved-
"Human skin? What is this Lily? Why this obsession with death? You and your sister. I don't understand! Help me understand! Why did you kill him?"
Those were last words to her daughter... Lily jumped.
First on her agenda was to as the little grubby boy where it was she could find glittery eyes.
Her mother said, "If you just ask him he will tell you where get glittery eyes too."
It didn't go as planned.
I wrote eleven songs. Eleven songs for eleven newts. The newts that joined my woodland creature band. The band that creates the sounds of twilight and sunrise in the woods.
1. Doot Toot
2. Tiny Fern
3. Do NOT Eat Mushrooms You Just Find in the Woods
4. Broken Heart Broken Trumpet
5. George Costanza Is My Hero
... And so on. Each tune personalized to each friendly newt.
A poor village man visited a lonely tower in the night.
A stunning but solemn woman with long black hair hanging from the window he caught sight.
He ran into town and told the villagers, they thought her a witch.
They burned her hair from the foot of that tower, it's stones now stand toppled in a ditch.
I looked around the room of distinguished scientists thinking about how to vocalize my thoughts. Would they entertain the ideas of a creationist, I wondered. Could they could hear my thoughts? Even just printed images of some of earths greatest minds were enough to make me question myself. I hated how vulnerable I felt. Can a creationist be taken seriously in the field of science? I heard our guide behind me attempting to explain the theory of evolution.
"Do you disagree Mrs. O'Dell?", curiously asked the aged poster of...
The leather binding was torn and weathered down. It's crisp yellow pages flipped with satisfying sound. The reader look intently at the pages.
I lie naked on the cold floor. Sweat covers my skin sticking me to the wood. I close my eyes and inhale the musty air.
Sit, set, seated, sitting, will sit, has set, in seat, is sitting in my seat.
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