Do you believe in fate/destiny?
Yes and I don’t know if it is the same a Karma but I sort of group all three together. I think that there are higher powers who already have our lives planned out. I think that instead of thinking about “getting revenge” you should think about how fate will take care of things appropriately. Destiny knows the truth.
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a cabin she built by hand. When it had been spring and large leaves were prolific, she would gather the green sheets and other sprigs of wood to make her shelter more substantial. The girl wasn’t afraid of wild animals and actually loved to sprint through the trees with the squirrels and rabbits.
One day the girl went looking for her squirrel friends but noticed the forest was very quiet. There were no hopping rabbits, no sneaky foxes, and no squawking birds. The girl became very afraid. She hid quietly in her tiny cabin, hoping that whatever had taken her friends wouldn’t be able to find her. Luckily she had plenty of food and water to sustain her hiding. And there she hid.
Many years later, hunters found a miniature cabin, one that looked to be build by Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs. The cabin was empty of life but the walls were stocked high with different foods, now rotten, and cups of water, completely dry from evaporation. The cabin was talked about by the locals but no one would admit to building it and no one ever came forward to claim it. The story of the tiny cabin became a local tale reminding children to never wander in the woods alone.
sprint, sprig, spring https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/three-things-challenge-m257/
wild animal https://lindaghill.com/2023/03/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-4-2023/
prolific https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/prolific/
sheet https://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/04/fowc-with-fandango-sheet/
Written for The Carrot Ranch https://carrotranch.com/2023/02/27/february-27-story-challenge-in-99-words/
Once upon a time there was a sweet, kind, little worm
He lived in the soft dirt, where he squiggled and he squirmed
He found some long white roots, he found them growing in his path
He pulled down the sweet fruit, he washed it clean in a cool bath
He tasted the gold, round food, it tasted tangy but still nice
He would use it in his cooking, he would use it as a spice
The worm lived a long life in his deep, dark, frosty hole
He always kept his golden onion safely cradled in a bowl.
©2023 CBialczak
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