The afternoon passed and more toys revealed themselves. What started as a mournful event for a bush that played a regular role in his families’ history, turned into the trip down memory lane.

Why am I here? She asked herself again. The people were interesting, but they didn’t answer the question. Relax, be…

They didn’t catch anything else that day. Ed wasn’t really trying. He was taking in the moments with his grandson.

I didn’t finish this story. Read at your own risk. More details in the epilogue.

I have to be hopeful for we are in this water together. We sing for the creatures of the ocean to know that we are still here.

Maybe we are all our own pool or maybe we are the stones?

Wynter spent the better part of six years looking for an outlet. Being outdoors, spending time with friends, journaling, none of it worked.

It took her a long time to let go and get comfortable with being free to explore the flow on her own, in her own way.

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The soul drained bodies fell to the ground and the power of the event rebounded away from the core.

As humans, we have needs that must be met, we also have dreams that should not be hidden in the shadows. My hope is that a series like this will be the sort of thought experiment that adds to the healing process...

I stand here now, outside an office party and I feel the string that kept me tied to this idea has been cut. I’ve been spinning ever faster, and all of a sudden, I’ve been cut free.

Sometimes we take the wrong path. That’s fine. There are consequences that come with that. 6 months ago I would have spent another hour working this and outlining a better path, but today, I am comfortable taking the L.

She would not find a cure this day. And she probably would not find it tomorrow, but she kept looking because it was out there and as long as she played, she could travel in this world of color and exploration.

He spent the rest of the drive with songs of his youth playing in his head while his heart hung on to the stream’s energy for as long as it could remember.

The first four months were dedicated to spending all her free time in the warehouses

T3KM0CR4T was shifting his focus to something new. A new energy well had been found

This wasn’t his dream job when he came to the city, but he felt like he had a foothold on life after leaving his hometown

Passing through the arch would be the last time he’d see this wall. A backdrop to his childhood

Found it! The story starts with a family, displaced by some event. They find a new home and the last items of food they have is an apple. They plant the seeds. Time passes and the tree eventually fruits and the seeds of those trees spread over the land.