Antoinette L Brey
Bio
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Stories (230/0)
Just a glimpse
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There were rumors of the passage to the outside world. She had been slowly making her way around her world, looking for it. Now with it in her glimpse, she tried to ignore the grand window, and focus on the man. He noticed her awe. "I've been through the window," he said. "It is unsafe for our kind. There used to be five windows." She knew the tales and so changed the focus of her gaze to the man. He seemed surprised that she did not want to hear the story of the windows. He knew her real interest could not be him, but yet her eyes followed him. Finally, she spoke. " I was told that you paid for services." With most men, she would have assumed those services would be sexual, but she had researched him. He was a holy man, he wrote the scripture for the colony. He told men and women what to believe. She personally ignored his teaching, but she doubted that he did.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Missing you
No resolution My anger showing, crying My blue broken heart
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Poets
To hide away
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin, The blizzard snow and the glaring sun, soaked some of the stress out of my body. We soaked in the quiet surroundings, no radio, no chitter chatter. It had been a dangerous ride, from the minute we left the snow-laden streets of the city. but now we were just minutes away from our destination. I was glad Jeff had rented the sturdier jeep, instead of the wrangler I had wanted. I fell out of the jeep onto the snow. There was a slight path, but we were still slugging through layers of snow. Thank god only one suitcase each. There was enough snow on the ground to make angels. but not enough to bury us if we had laid on the white ground.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Thanks for Giving
It was Thanksgiving, I was a little nervous, but excited. I was going to get to share some of my favorite dishes with others. My stepfather's son's family was coming over for thanksgiving. The meal was going to be at my mother's house. I would be cooking in a big kitchen with a budget that allowed me to make whatever I desired. The stuffing was my absolute favorite, an oyster and bacon filling. I think I also put the extra bacon in the green beans and goat cheese appetizer dish. My cheat dish was a Stouffers dish. A sweet potato souffle with bacon. I thought about making plain stuffing. But why bother when I don't really like it. I was feeling so proud when we sat down at the table. My mother and her husband Bob, Paul and his wife and one of their daughters. We were about to eat when all of a sudden Paul's daughter said that she couldn't eat Pork. I froze everything had pork. Inwardly I was angry, she should have told us that a week ago not when we were about to eat. but I was the hostess, so I offered to make her a baked potato in the microwave. She thanked me and ate the cooked potato. I sat down at the table ready to eat my favorite meal , Pauls wife then made a face and said that she did not like goat cheese. I choose to ignore her, wondering who had taught her manners. I remembered all the foods I had on my plate as a child. I either put them on the side of my plate or tried to hide them when I ate them in gravy or butter. My sister used to hide her vegetables in her underwear, and later flush the down the toilet. At age five we had better manners than the adults in Paul's family The conversation turned finally from the food, and I ignored the general chit-chat and ate my meal. It was the same family topics. Paul's family bragged about their family and my mother and Bob encouraged their self-centeredness. It was supposed to be a day to be thankful but nobody seemed to appreciate the food they had just eaten, or the time it took me to plan and prepare it.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Families
The Bad start
Neither of the two girls wanted to go. The quiet girl's mood sunk at the idea of another lecture, and more education. More useless facts. The girl who was throwing a temper tantrum usually loved facts. She as usual just felt a need to be the center of attention. Which unfortunately at the moment she was. The mother tried to hold her head up high. The therapist had said it was better just to ignore her, but she was refusing to enter the aquarium. The mother appeared calm, but inside she was shaking. The agitated girl was too young to be left on her own, the mother let the quiet girl, go in on her own.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction