Cicily sat at the top of the mountain, writing in the journal that Brian had given her.
Why had things gone so wrong?
Well, nothing had gone wrong really, it just didn’t go right.
How was she ever supposed to give her heart to someone and stay her own person?
Maybe she just wasn’t meant to fall in love.
Looking out at the trees below, Cicily felt a bit of peace. This was the real world. Not that city mess that she needed to escape from every weekend. This. Read the rest of this entry
The lonely, pale apple hung from the tree as all the children reached for its brighter, more appetizing counterparts. Sharlene, a girl of eight years old, looked up at the tree, stretching her small head as far back as it would go, and decided she would be the one to get the apple at the very top. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and scrambled to start her ascent.
As the lone apple longingly watched her climb past, it felt a tickle in its skin. A worm was coming to visit! The apple did not mind the worm’s invasive presence, as it so deeply longed for company. Perhaps the worm would stay the night in the burrow it had created. Nights were so much warmer with a friend. Read the rest of this entry