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Azalea Trail Maid Parachute Dress story
Amy sighed as she aimlessly watched the birds flying overhead in the afternoon sky. She and the three other trail maids in her group were scheduled to show up for a appearance, but no one else did, and so the four trail maids were stuck standing in the middle of a park with no one else around. They had been waiting for almost an hour. Amy absentmindedly straightened her ruffles on her dress, carefully layering them out neatly. The wind had a tendency to blow them all around, and she took the opportunity of this windless day to arrange her ruffles.
Finally, one of the trail maids said what they were all thinking: "I'm bored!" cried Sarah, and sat quickly on a nearby rock. her pink hoop-skirt flipped up as quickly as she sat down, showering her face with ruffles. She quickly pulled it down, embarrassed.
"It's not like there's anyone here to see," said Hannah, her purple dress crowded around her as she sat on the grass. "We should probably call for a ride home."
Just then, all four girls
Princess Bunbun's Upwards UpdraftPrincess Bunbun and the Upwards Updraft
Strolling about, Princess Bunbun was humming as she was wondering who would be the prince who would come meet her; however, she kept to herself the worries about her powers backfiring on her, resulting in her butt growing. "Ho, is this not a fine day?" She thought to herself, about to walk underneath a Marylin Monroe-esque floor vent. Once the updraft began, Bunbun's dress soon opened up like a parachute. Bunbun blushed, trying to cover it up...only for the air current to stretch out the dress. "Who put that blasted vent there!?" She shouted in indignance, only to hear a hissing sound coming from her swelling tush as it was mixed with horror, "Not this again! It's the sixth time this week something like this happened, I thought my butt was about to explode!" Not helping the princess' case was that, as her butt continued ballooning out along with her hips, she got lighter and lighter as her dress stretched out wider. As her butt cheeks grew to the
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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