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I walked towards the Bleeding Heart Cemetery. The cool October wind blew against my frame, making me wish I wore a coat. I readjusted my grip on my oxygen tank. As I neared Augustus’ grave, the sun light captured the diamond ring Isaac gave me. My stomach flopped upside down. Although the wedding is in 2 weeks, I still felt unsure. I mean, who in their right minds marries their dead boyfriend’s best friend? I slipped the ring into my jean pocket. I located Augustus’ grave and sat down. I felt my

on the decidedly majestic nickname "firefall," is an optical trick of the sunset when a host of conditions are just right. If the waterfall is flowing with snowmelt, if Earth is aligned with the sun just so — as it is this time of year — and if the skies are clear enough to let that sunlight through, the fall appears to flare with the fiery glow of lava” (Colin Dwyer, 2017). Colin Dwyer' s "Watch: The 'Firefall' Offers A Grand Glimpse Of A Glow In Flow" is referring to a certain

Seven. I have seven days left. One week, 168 hours. I count down the seconds that are passing by and watch the sun turn your black hair purple. You laugh and the sound travels throughout the entire park. The dogs run with their owners, the birds fly, children play, and the water trickles in the creek, but I watch your throat move with every drink of water, the white gold locket moving with each drink. Your tiny hand closes the bottle. The temperature is starting to rise, the hottest July of I can

Halos Anne-Marie had never seen the stars before, only the moist and cold walls of the underground cavern she lived in. Once, a long time ago, she’d been told all the stars had fallen from the sky in great balls of fire and humanity had been forced to live underground. She remembered her parents saying they’d seen the stars before they had fallen. Bright white, shining, and angelic, was her mom had described them, like halos lighting up an endless darkness. Anne hadn’t believed her. Even now, as

The feeling was familiar. One might compare it to falling out of an airplane without a parachute, which doesn't sound very desirable, but Sage knew what was coming next. At least, partially. This was one of the few times that he had sent them somewhere that they hadn't learned about previously. But it was something important, clearly, so she and Beau had agreed eventually. After a few moments of a blinding light, Sage found herself standing on a wooden deck beside the ocean, surrounded be several

After the neverending lights of the city, Tyler underestimated the utter blackness of night time in the woods. In his mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight it's silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. He was in too far in to turn back, the twilight he had mistaken for night had

with a flare of oranges, red and brown, the dim light of the dying sun illuminated the silhouette of two figures staring at the bright red moon from the cleared hilltop. One man, one woman, each watched as a single glowing streak crossed the violet sky highlighted by the vibrant topaz light. “So why’d you bring me out here, Johnny?” the woman asked, Johnny knelt closer and placed his arm around her shoulder. “You know the rumours people are passing around, about couples going missing in the hours

Dark. No current of air. No lights. Just blackness that embraces like a cold blanket, a nasty odor, a strange odor resembling wet sand on a rainy day. Those memories though, of rain, sand, and what the sound of drops of water does when tinkling on the ground are merely impressions from a simple mind. Could be the thoughts from an infant, looking with curious eyes the world as trying to discover its mysteries, describing with sensations what he sees, for words are a mere concept not mastered yet.

myself. ”Oh.” He pauses as if he forgot what he was about to say. ”I have a message for Skyler Stone.” He said it so smoothly it sounded like he rehearsed it a thousand times. How does he know my name is Skyler, I never used that name I went by Sky and Sky

Wildfire Forenote: I have little experience in nature and so this work will be entirely fictitious and feature fictitious characters, and takes place in a fictitious world The region we had been traversing had recently been suffering severe drought, however we simply had to carry on through to our destination. We pitched camp to prepare for dusk at the foot of an arch-tree among a vast forest of similar structures, soaring kilometers high and as thick as the oak trees back home were tall. As