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Evergreen
Heather peered through the bars of the rusted gate. “You’d think she’d at least have done something with the picnic tables," she said. “They’re rotting—”
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Bliss
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom long ago lived a donkey. She was the fairest donkey in the land. All the citizens in town would walk out of their way so they could get a glimpse of her beauty.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Memories
How many of us have dreamed about going on a road trip, just grabbing the keys, hopping into the car, and seeing where the road takes you, going from state to state, seeing all the sights, and experiencing all the moments? However, the reality is cruel and not many of us can do that. That’s why we watch movies and read books. We are living vicariously through them, wishing that was us behind the wheel…
By Jennifer5 years ago in Fiction
Continental Divide
For as long as I could remember, Grandpa always had a big car. Not just any car, a Lincoln Continental. Cadillacs were for pimps and gangsters. A Lincoln exuded luxury and the American dream. At the time, the American dream involved waiting for “even” or “odd” days based on the numbers on your license plate in order to get gas.
By Dutch Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
Just one more slice..
Edna lay her head back on the pillow , after her nurse katherine had gently washed her face with a cloth, combed her wavy white hair , and then pinned it back so that it was off of her face.
By Donna Bolch5 years ago in Fiction
Go Ahead ... Go For It!
Melody! Melody!! Melody!!!! My mother’s impatient voice finally broke through, pulling my attention from my personal game of I Spy. For as long as I can remember, my eyes seem to be constantly drawn to random things in the world around me. Now at fifteen years old, it has become a part of my everyday life.
By Nedra Epps5 years ago in Fiction
Weezle's Snowflake
There was a time when snow wasn’t like the snow we know today. Snowflakes used to be very big, so that the children of the world could see each one clearly and marvel at the different shapes. They were so busy watching the snowflakes fall from the sky and melt they didn’t see Santa delivering presents. That’s what snow was for.
By Paul Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Sharing with Pop Pop
I will start by admitting that my father and I have large sweet tooths. In fact, they are large enough to possibly qualify as sweet bones. I’d always thought it was a learned trait and I could possibly prevent my kids getting the same. That is where this story begins.
By Michelle McBride5 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree in My Old House
Ramesh Goyal was looking forward to retirement. His last posting was in Darjeeling, India and he had about a year left before he would retire and then go live in his ancestral house in Patna. Right now his son Sooraj and daughter-in-law Malti lived in his ancestral house because Ramesh was working at a law office in Patna. Ramesh wanted his son to live in their house as for the past few years he was living and working in another city. It was October 2007 and Ramesh was delighted to visit Sooraj and his family because Sooraj and Malti became parents of a new baby daughter a few days ago. They named their daughter Vinita.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Bad Drugs
I literally have no clue what I’m doing or what the purpose of my life is… not anymore, at least. Sometimes, I feel like I took a bad drug and my life experiences are the result of me just going completely insane. I don’t really smile anymore, not the way I used to at least when my dad would make his infamous chocolate cake. I was addicted to it, like a bad drug. Now I wake up, knowing that I’ll never be able to look forward to those moments again. My dad took bad drugs… and bad drugs took him.
By I-Asia Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Magic Castle
Sisters, ten year old Abigail and eight year old Phoebe raced ahead of their mother on the sidewalk and stopped in front of the bakery. Noses pressed up to the display window they gazed longingly at the array of delectable baked goods. “Mumsy!” Abby exclaimed. “May we have a treat?” Phoebe chimed in “Pleeeeeze? We’ve been so good!”
By Mary Reese5 years ago in Fiction
Joya
The vibrant colors of the marigolds draping over her coffin drew my attention as I walked into the funeral parlor. The bright golds and reds and oranges and red oranges were a burst of color ... like the sun had decided to stop by to honor the life of my friend ... and she deserved it. I stuttered to a stop inside the doorway. Such was the impact of that bright and beautiful display. At that moment I felt a deep appreciation for the person who chose those flowers because they were symbolic of the life of Joya.
By Nedra Epps5 years ago in Fiction