I.M.McCollum
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The Last Dream of the Meadow
The sun shone through the trees, as if it was the last time that the dear star would ever give us light. I never thought I would see this meadow in its beauty again. My darling friend Caroline and I kept our silence as we left our families off at their picnic. All they see are children in their pink and blue dresses, not knowing anything about the world and all its splendor and also all of its horrors. The buds and the tulips were barely starting to bloom, and the trees were putting their fresh coat of green leaves on their branches, welcoming mid-spring and getting ready for the heat of summer. Still blowing around us was the gentle wind. This is what childhood was to us, nothing that could touch us except for our Mother Nature. All was gentle and peaceful.
By I.M.McCollum 3 years ago in Humans
The Midnight Knocker
The parents left without as much as saying goodbye to their children who have nestled in their bed away from the cold still night. Chloe was watching the carriage leave in the moonlight as her white night blew in the cold wind. As the oldest of the family, it was her duty to watch her younger siblings as their parents went off for urgent business that night with the sky pure black with only a few stars that had decided to shine.
By I.M.McCollum 3 years ago in Horror
The Velvet Staircase
How it all started, on the bottom of the staircase. It is almost like a distant memory of when I was only a little girl that I would see the staircase. Like falling asleep, those stairs were a pathway to a dreamland that only my little girl imagination could conjure. It was every once a week that I would go up the staircase with my mother’s hand holding on to me with the subtleness of her touch. I remember the first time that I wore tights and an all-white dance uniform. When I would walk into the building, there it stood, a grand staircase that was lined with green velvet carpet that stood out to the eye with its emerald trance.
By I.M.McCollum 3 years ago in Poets