Faith, courage, acceptance, determination, willpower, justice, humbleness, love
The Frozen Pond
The Aura Borealis shone its colors on the bright, white snow that covered the hills, pine trees and tops of houses. It was a beautiful night to go mushing, as no one ever knew how far the colored lights stretched out. Panuk and his friend Silla had agreed to go and find out for themselves -unbeknownst to their parents. Panuk’s trusty pups, Amak, Nanuq, Atka, Pukak, Siku and Kima loved going mushing. After all, they were young, energetic, and easily bored inside their corral. Boredom made them destructive. Prior incidents included them chewing through the wire mesh of their enclosure and digging tunnels that went under the fence to get away and freely roam those snowy, frozen hills. As Panuk quietly approached the door of the corral with the harnesses in his hand, Amak, Atka and Pukak whimpered in excitement. Vapor formed in the cold air as they happily panted and wagged their tails. Nanuk only lifted her head and perked up her ears with curiosity- as if knowing that this was not the right time for their daily run. Siku and Kima snored gently. Siku opened one eye, then both, then turned his body around to continue sleeping. Kima lifted her head as well and was about to close her eyes again when the commotion got her attention. She got up and ran over to where her master was, hoping he had brought food or maybe extra treats. “SHHHH!!”- whispered Panuk to them, “Be quiet! We are not supposed to be doing this!” But the pack did not care. Their master was met with jumps and generous licks as he opened the corral door and went in. Silla waited peeking from behind a nearby shack and acted as a lookout. Things were going smoothly thus far.
The Pear Shaped Jewel
The day Jada dreaded had finally come. Work functions were surely tedious, and she avoided them. But this one was mandatory. With all the clothes in her closet having been worn many times over at the office, she now needed something new, chic, and beautiful. She fussed as she forced herself to get in her car and drive to the mall. “Why am I doing this? Who am I going to impress anyway? Can’t I just wear black? Ugh!”. She wore black almost every day. It was her go-to color, but she had inadvertently overheard some co-workers criticizing her for it. She HAD to get something nicer. As she scoffed in annoyance, she turned on her engine and drove away. She made her way down the street and into the drive-through of her favorite coffee shop. “Here you go, enjoy,” said her male server. She noticed the man’s eyes straying to her cleavage. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “My receipt please!”- “Oh!”- said the man. “You are right. Here you go. Sorry”. Jada gave him a side glance, shook her head, and drove away. “Perverts!”- she complained. “This world is full of nothing but perverts. Why God? Why?”
All is Green After The Dream
Mr. Williams shivered under some worn-out, tattered blankets. The wetness on them from the rain earlier that day was already beginning to solidify into ice, and it made him colder. The cardboard boxes where he lay on the sidewalk offered very little comfort and were barely long enough for his body, but the police did not allow them to have any real mattresses. A cold wind blew again- and Mr. Williams braced himself. He blew into his hands and rubbed them together- as not to feel the cold. His breath vaporized as it was blown into the cold air, then dissipated. At least the coldness on his face numbed the pain he felt, on his rotting teeth. He had a prescription for pain medication, yet he much preferred selling his pills to his peers or trading them for alcohol or cigarettes.
The midday heat awakened a groggy Aila. She turned around on her bed and the springs on the cheap mattress croaked under her weight. A bejeweled barrette hung from one of the strands of her messy hair. Traces of last night’s makeup darkened her eyes, and her contacts were stuck solid on them. Bright sunlight poured through the window, making the speckles on the dusty panes visible. Thin, yellow curtains hung above it, from a metal rod held up by cement nails on either side. The bedcovers were new at least, and their bright colors contrasted against the muted wall, with patches of spackle here and there. Aila sat up- and her head started spinning. She held on to the worn-out, wooden back of the bed, and put her bare feet on the blue and white ceramic tile floor. The coolness of it was a welcome relief for her aching feet. Yesterday had been a long day- and a rowdy night.
The Raging Bull
Ethan’s family had had more than their fair share of struggles. They had started off well as his father had a good job when he married his mother. His mother herself had finished college but did not continue in the workforce as she became pregnant right away. First came his oldest brother, Pablo. Then his sister Mayra. Then his other sister Jacqueline. As his parents considered permanent forms of contraception, he was lastly conceived, unplanned. His parents began to feel the burden of their large family. His father took a second job as his mother could not continue working. Soon the everyday struggles pushed his father’s strength to its limits. One of those nights, he was so tired he fell asleep operating some machinery and had injured his back. As a result, he went on disability but what he received was not enough. His mother took care of the father at home while they were all in school. She would make dinner, then leave for a new job she got at a market. She relied on friends to help care for her kids.
The Brown Cardboard Box
It was a Thursday night in the middle of summer. Ileana was in her car, going down the highway late at night, as she avoided driving by day. The heat and humidity were bad enough-without adding the trouble of the traffic. She had decided to take a road trip to Phoenix, AZ to be with some friends for the weekend. One of her close college friends was getting married and they were having a nice outdoor wedding that Saturday, followed by a bash at a local banquet hall. She had carefully planned everything, and a smile could be seen creasing her cheeks into slight dimples. Her mind anticipated the things that would happen…the memories that would be created…the guys she would potentially meet. Her hair’s highlights had been done the day before. Nails were done. Tan was nice and even. She had just picked up her cobalt blue dress, which hung on the back inside its bag.