THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART TWO )

The child knew she was doing wrong, but couldn't resist the fine herbs.
Cherry

Grass

There is grass between my bare toes, there is heat on the back of my neck, and your sweaty hand is resting in my sweaty hand, but neither of us let go. That is all, nothing is spectacular.

THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART ONE )

Another part of the introduction to the story.

CENSUS. Page 32. IP.

'Figments of the imagination or FIGS for short'
Cherry

Bill and the UFO3

Nothing much happens again.
Cherry

Girl with the Gypsy Earring

She deseeds juicy, plum tomatoes...

Umbrellas

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Tremble.

Death is at your door, Knocking; just knocking. A question forms a glitter in your pupil, Reverberating in the air as excited swarms of insects. As the floor is eaten beneath the wheels

Hear That Drum (Song)

Here it comes. Hear that drum. How it’s beating now we’re meeting. Here it comes. Hear that drum. When we hold hands it’s like a band. It’s like a knocking at my door

Stranger Than Romantic Fiction (Song)

Like crayon pictures, with big smiling suns that i drew when i was four years old and my heart was young. or like buck rogers in Twenty Four Oh One with comic book rocket ships

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