The Sky

I yearn to be free. To touch the sky and become one with the trees. I long to be a bird; softly and gently gliding along the wind. I want to spread my wings and fly but something is holding me back. But each day its grip gets looser and I get a little closer …

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The Codfish

It was a peaceful life in the pond; there were no fishermen. James loved swimming among the lilies as his orange spots glimmered in the green of the pond. Arthur preferred a much quieter life; his darker scales made sure he didn't stand out too much. James would often come and disturb Arthur, the young …