The Wooden House

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The wooden house sat in the corner of Billsboro and Fallbroader streets in the Kingdom of Euboiro, up in the hill behind some oak trees, surrounded by nosy gossip du jour deliver neighbors, bordered by trees and calm ambience, humid weather and raggedy terrain, characteristic of the tropical climate. The houses were built ceiling to ceiling, on top of standing wooden poll sticks in such razor-thin proximity the neighbors could hear each other’s sneeze. Like many homes built in the area, miss Madeleine’s was of the same design, resembling a tree-house or a hanging stool to escape the frequent rain and ranging mud. 

The Orangey Leave

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It was unadulterated autumn morning weather. The wind softly blustering the whimsical sound, orangey leaves dripping through the muscled stem, flowing calmly. The whole exercise routine could have made the 6:00 o’clock news but the warmhearted story didn’t hit the producer’s table on time for the evening show. It blistered through, piercing the falling dirty wind everywhere, marveling at the clear blue sky. It was a gorgeous day for sure and back to school day but no one noticed, they were coming back from their precious vacation and that’s just how the story ended.