She had all her life planned already: the job she wanted, how her husband would look, four children (two pairs of twins), a large house and a dog's breed... She will definitely work on all of this soon. Very soon. But now she had to wake up, brush her teeth and go to kindergarten.
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The Green Dragon
Kosha was lying on the lake bank and admiring her reflection. She has just shed her skin last night and she came here to get a full image of her new guise: the new skin was perfectly green which meant she was fully mature dragon now. Kosha tried to see reflection of each the scale, she really enjoyed her new look and new feelings. She was thinking about staying at this place for a night: to check the reflection with different light, when she was disturbed by some strange sound in the forest. First she just ignored it - anyway no one could harm her here, and it was not worth her attention. But as the sound repeated something alarmed inside of her. The dragon decided to have a look, what was happening there, and what she saw was the last thing she was expected to see so deep in the forest: it was a girl! A little girl, maybe two or three (or four) years old (Kosha never knew how to specify human's child's age). She worn very nice emerald cloth, which made her hardly noticeable in the woods. And she was totally alone. No trace of adults were around.
By Olga Moyseyenko3 years ago in Fiction
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
Stalled System
With my eyes closed I ran our plan through my mind in the last moments before 22:00, when the next wave of service trucks en route to the facility, like a fleet of mindless ants, would pass our location. We stood silently along the edge of the drainage tunnel, murky water below trickling away from the facility, awaiting the signal from Moka’s flashlight that the trucks were on schedule. Bronum was positioned at the top of the access ladder, ready to pop the manhole cover for Pokia, the surest of all of us with securing a hook to the bottom of the trucks. In the worst case, if no one else could manage to secure a hook, when then our activity would positively be picked up by the road’s monitoring cameras, we could hope that Pokia would breach the facility.
By Adam Pallett3 days ago in Fiction
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