It's the beauty of light that it owes its existence to the dark. And the prime reason you're here, highlights the fact that you need to embrace the darkness before appreciating the light.
They're stories that terrorize you,
Stories that are dark,
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It was a lovely day. Exactly the kind of day that's screaming to you to run out and just- lie on the grass. The kind of day you don't need alarm clocks to get up and going. The kinda day when the wind whispers in through the slits of my bedroom window, hiding from the sunshine.
A single cherry blossom tree was dancing outside, it's pink intermingling with the blue of the sky. Yes, spring was finally here.
"Oh my God, Emily! It's 8 in the morning already? WAKE UP!", mother barged in through my door. "I'm up, Ma." I looked at her and smiled. There was nothing that could upset me. Yet.
"Good for you. Because I've got something," Pausing for suspense, being the dramatic excellence my Mum is- I followed her downstairs to the door.
"What's out?", I asked, my expression quizzical. "Just open it. There hasn't been a zombie apocalypse," She said, laughing.
Outside, was the most beautiful scene. Little Robins and Morning Doves dotted the cherry blossom tree. Perhaps appreciating the gift of nature.
"Mom, I know exactly what to do!" "And what is that?" "Can we build a bird feeder?"
After a long pause, again. She winked, "You got it!" I ran off to my room to get supplies. What a wonderful day it was!
I heard my mom shout after me, "You'd better climb the tree yourself! I take it was a given but- I'm not ruining my pedicure!"
Oh Mom, never change.
I grabbed a pair of pliers, and some unburnt twigs from the fireplace- grabbing an old upturned plastic bottle on my way. A dash of brainstorming and creativity later- my bird feeder was finally ready.
"Careful!", Mum warned me as I hung it on one of the branches. The subtle chirping of birds was music to the ears. Minutes later, we were greeted by a flurry of bird calls. Hustling their way to get their turns in feeding themselves.
This was definitely the best summer ever.
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+ Just a little flashfiction I wrote for the prompt by flashfic for Spring. Not my usual forté, but- when push comes to shove you do what you gotta do.
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