Beauty & The Beast
Henry stood frozen in place, staring at the most captivating creature he had ever seen. She was fair, with long pearlescent hair and porcelain complexion. She was curled up between the roots of a massive oak, thin arms hugging slender legs. He took note of the impressive antlers sticking out from her crown, in awe of the little berry bushels tangled therein.
Keeper of the Basket of Dreams
She stands in bold silence as they place a crown of roses on her head. Holding tightly onto the Basket of Dreams, she bids her family a wordless goodbye. Her bare feet carry her over first compacted dirt, then soft grass, the emerald blades tickling her toes. A train of murky fabric flows behind her for miles, reminiscent of a trickling stream at dead of night.
The Music That Kept Me Going
We've all been through that phase; those crucial developmental years when nothing holds meaning and our hormones drive our parents to the brink of shipping you off somewhere. I myself was a bit of a trouble child in middle and high school, but the latter institution was when things took a turn.
An Accidental Injury
I've been debating on which story I should share for this subject: should I share the time I accidentally texted my cousin a nude picture of myself? No, too short. What about the time my boyfriend and I were caught making love in a field by police officers? No, that one just doesn't have as much substance. How I fumbled my first kiss? Meh, not worth the explanation. The time that I said that thing to that guy? No, also too short--and it isn't even that embarrassing, in retrospect...