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“Much better than this horrid winter your mother insists on putting us through.” “High Lady or Lord can control the season in their court—among other things.” Alette shrugged indifferently, but her expression quickly turned somber. “When Father was alive, he demanded three months of Spring, and three of Summer. Mother made the six remaining months Winter. Lina and I wait for the day the snow melts and spring begins.” “Three of Summer and three of Spring. Does no one like Fall?” I asked with a frown. While I held a love for Winter, Fall was full of dazzling, fiery colors and gusts of crisp wind. It was Dad’s favorite season for camping. Before Dad got sick, he’d take me camping during the fal

author pov Kane tells everyone else, “Please try to be patient and let her get the story out. Hold your questions until she is done. This is going to be draining on her and some of the things you will hear will make you think she should be stronger. However, this time around it has been the hardest for Katia and she was the youngest she had ever been when it began.” The group looked on in confusion and Kane nodded for his cousin to begin. Katia started where she left off yesterday. How she and Aza and I woke in the darkness and we were happy because, once again, it was quiet and peaceful. They felt no pain and they each had their own body. How Aza could nuzzle and give her girly kisses. How

“Please let this be real. Please don’t take them away from me.” A warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and something else, something wild and free and full of promise. It felt like an answer. When I opened my eyes, all four of them were standing at the kitchen window, watching me with identical expressions of love and longing and absolute certainty. Five more days. I could wait five more days.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

"The seasons bring their unique beauty and challenges, each contributing to the grand symphony of life. Please, show us the dance of seasons, and let us learn from its harmony." With a graceful sweep of their arms, the spirits began to dance. Spring's steps were gentle and delicate, reflecting the rebirth and renewal of life. Summer's dance was lively and passionate, embodying the intensity and warmth of the sun. Autumn's movements were elegant and contemplative, symbolizing the wisdom of letting go. Winter's dance was serene and slow, echoing the peaceful rest and quietude of nature. As the spirits danced, the clearing transformed around them. Flowers bloomed and trees burst forth with gree

The way you were present to something you loved that was well. Emily looked at the hills for a long time. Then she said: "I want to know what the fourth year looks like." "Different," I said. "The third year was the year the foundation completed. The fourth year is the year of building on the foundation." "Higher ceilings," she said. "Yes," I said. "The ceiling rises as the wolves rise. The territory becomes as good as the wolves in it are willing to be. The fourth year is the year we find out how willing they are."

Eight years after I broke up with Greyson Tromp, we met in the hospital. He brought his wife for a prenatal checkup and happened to have their consultation with me. I wore a mask and carefully examined the condition of her baby. The intern beside us asked how they ended up together. Elise Jacob said smugly, "You have to fight for a handsome guy. To get the best, you have to fight for it! He used to like someone else. To win his heart, I stirred up trouble between them, causing them to misunderstand each other and gradually drift apart.

The important that required showing up regardless. Day after day. Season after season. Year after year. She pressed her hands flat against the cold earth. The third autumn. The roots below. Deeper than they had ever been. The specific depth of three full cycles. Three winters. Three springs. Three summers. Three autumns. The roots knowing the seasons. Not surprised by any of them. Prepared. The territory breathing. The lit windows. All the people. All the work. The record growing. The formation traveling.

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th

“My father always said the old miners used a code to protect their treasures. A sequence of symbols tied to the seasons. We need to find the right order.” Matthias looked up from the floor, his face pale. “Sera, we don’t have much time. The ceiling is getting lower.” I nodded, my mind racing. “Okay, seasons. Spring, summer, autumn, winter. Look for symbols that represent those.” The team fanned out again, searching more frantically now. I found a symbol that looked like a budding flower—spring. Gareth pointed to one that seemed like a blazing sun—summer. “Here!” Matthias called out, indicating a leaf—autumn. And just next to it, I spotted a snowflake—winter.