So Emily wondered around the house. Walking down the dark passage going into each room, wondering around the large, antique filled rooms.
As i had mentioned previously, it was pitch black. The candle flame Illuminated very little of the area she was in, so she couldn't see much.
As she was walking down the passage towards the brown wooden door at the end of the passage, she heard a sound that made her almost jump out of her skin.
Boom!
She spun around within seconds, looking around.
"Hello? Anybody there?" Emily called out.
No reply.
Just the crackling of the flame due to the breeze.
"Hello?" she called out again.
Once again, no reply.
She knew deep down that somebody or something was there, yet there was nobody nor nothing.
She shrugged off the feeling and made her way to the brown wooden door.
She admired the pattern of flowers on a tree branch that curled, reaching towards the top.
It was reaching almost as if it knew it was meant to do something else. But it's just holding flowers because it's safer.
Just like us humans, we don't reach to our full potential scared of what others may think or say.
We know we are meant to be something greater but yet, we settle for the safer option.
We don't follow our dreams. We don't follow our passion.
So we just end up being an ordinary person.
Look at your strengths. Look at your passion. Look at what you really enjoy doing.
That is what you should be doing.
Don't be a branch, just growing flowers.
Be a branch, that holds flowers, fruit and a swing.
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The Demon From The Mirror
Mystery / ThrillerShe woke up to hear knocking on glass At first she thought it was from the window Until she heard it came from the mirror again --- Mirrors are a door to another dimension, and you can't just walk right through it. Well you could, if the people kn...
