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Into the Shadows

The cold Bethlehem night hummed with frustrated murmurs. Inns overflowed, their doors shut against the weary. Mary, heavy with child, leaned against Joseph, her breath coming in ragged gasps as another innkeeper shook his head apologetically. "No room, good people. Not a single corner". Across the crowded square, another figure knew that same crushing disappointment. He was a man of striking contrast: black hair was placed above a face etched with travel, and eyes the startling colour of indigo seemed to absorb the dim lantern light, reflecting a deep weariness. He was not old, but his shoulders slumped with the weight of countless rejections. "Nothing, sir", a voice boomed from a doorway he'd just approached. "Try the next street, maybe, but I doubt it". He'd heard it a dozen times tonight. His dark features, perhaps his silent intensity, seemed to put people off even more readily than the general lack of space. He wasn't belligerent, mere...

Build Me Up, Buttercup



Jordan and Michelle transcended onto the grass, their lush green canvas a stark contrast to the weight of the conversation they were about to embark upon. The buttercup, a cheery little flower, stood nearby, seemingly eavesdropping on their exchange, until joining in with their connection. As they spoke, its bright yellow petals glistened in the sunlight, mirroring the innocence of their discussion. As others commuted nearby them, an external tension lingered, and unawareness hinted at deeper emotions tangled in their hearts. 
It was a moment where innocence collided with the external complexities of their relationship, and the questions loomed large: Did anyone notice the subtle shift in their dynamic? Perhaps it was time for Jordan to consider a change in girlfriend, at least in the eyes of those who might intervene or speculate about their bond. The whispers of doubt among their friends and family seemed to hang in the air like the sweet fragrance of spring, and the buttercup, in its simple beauty, bore witness to it all.



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