Abigail Pine chose the peach-painted house on the hill because it was small and cozy and made of summer days and Christmas nights. She was twenty-three when she moved in and even in the summer of ’12 when she turned twenty-nine and was still in the throes of her youth she loved the house as much as she had from the beginning. And so it would always be. She owned the local feed store and it was enough to keep her and keep her happy; she found contentment in the simple things. She dreamed in color and wrote stories with a night-sky pen on storm cloud paper. Beauty was something that came naturally to her, apparent in her tall figure
Sitting here listening to the leaves rustle in whispers; they’re talking to me but I can’t understand them, even when they move about louder, making me wish the wind would whip me off my feet.
The day is hot but not too hot—sometimes I can feel a flush come to my cheeks but then it goes away faster than I can notice it.
The bushes glow in shades of green, brown and fuchsia pink. It suits them, reserved for they do not move about with the wind like the cottonwood leaves.
The cottonwood leaves are a vibrant green, screaming “Look at me!” all hyped up in their invisible ride, the Northern Wind. They are hu
I hail from a small town in California named after a favorite fruit of mine: Apple Valley. W00t! Antyways, I LOVE creating digital art and someday, I hope to turn it into my job. Right now though, I'm just a small town girl whose favorite animal is the wolf and favorite season is winter. Christmas and hot cocoa and all that jazz, here I come!
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A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they'