I saw the bee in the early morning. It was still as the chill air. I thought perhaps it had died sometime during the hours of the cold night. I didn’t disturb it, though I did give it my thanks for all the work it had done during the summer.
Gobble, gobble, get ready! Turkey Day is almost here! Now, some of you may know this fast approaching day as Thanksgiving, while others of you may think of it as Shop-Till-You-Drop-Eve, but in Cratersville, where I grew up, this day was the day we celebrated turkeys. Yes, you read that
There’s just something special about Thanksgiving. It’s not a religious holiday, but a family oriented one. It’s a time when people travel great distances to enjoy a meal with the ones they love. Considering that most people eat on the run and rarely sit down to break-bread anymore this is
Turkey Day was fast approaching and the moment I had been dreading since arriving in the Creators Realm was here. For the past few months, I have spent my days cocooned in Professor Zell’s protective care. It was he who encouraged me to remember vividly my past life in Cratersville,
There’s always a tension to life—an endless pull between two extremes. In society, strictures for behavior are strictly upheld to prevent order from dissolving into anarchy. Yet, the daemons of chaos are always needed to unlock imbalances that naturally take hold in such environs. I’m writing these words on the
When the bonfire had ceased and the embers cooled, she came. Slowly, she swept up the ashen remnants of sorrow and despair offered up the night before. Gently, she gathered the shards of broken dreams, lives and hearts. Then, when she was certain that not one mote had been left
Every autumn it comes. Before the Night Between the Worlds, the townspeople gather. At the site of the burning, they bring their parcels. Bundled in their arms are the trinkets representing the broken wreckage of the year: friendships that frayed, engagements that ended, children never born, lives that ended too
“Ghost is lonely,” Poppy said. I raised an eyebrow, much like our parents would have upon hearing such an utterance. We were walking to the coffee shop in Cratersville, fresh from the secret portal that took us to and from school. It was a Monday, which meant it was washday.
After the Autumnal New Year, the Wanderlores do what they do best—they travel. There are several times of the year where this “traveling” takes place, usually during the change of seasons. These journeys are more intense than regular vacationing or site-seeing for they are based on ritual, and there are
It’s best to think of life’s journey not so much as a straight line filled with the milestones of accomplishments, but as a spiral where each year brings you back to the place where you have been before, granting another chance to connect to your soul’s mission. Of course, this
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