Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC
Stories (169/0)
The Goblin
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. With their arrival, came a knowledge of things well beyond the average person’s ken. Such was not the case with Aoife. Even though she had turned sixty-four last October, Aoife still searched the purple clouds each night for she knew they held a mysterious power and could change the pattern of her life. It was only a question of when they would choose to point in her direction and say, “It’s your turn.”
By Cindy Calder20 days ago in Fiction
Gabriele
If walls could talk, oh but what tall tales they could tell. Well, strictly speaking, being a prominent wall in the quaint little Trattoria, or Ristorante Italiano, where I am housed definitely has its interesting facets. I mean, I’m an attractive sort of wall: a dusky rose stucco one with lots of elaborate, colorful Italian pottery adorning me. I don’t like to brag, but I’m probably the best looking wall within miles of Florence, and I take great pride in my appearance. Still, no one really seems to notice me, the perfectly poised, sturdy wall. Instead, as they eat and drink, they’re consumed with events that spin their own worlds.
By Cindy Calder2 months ago in Fiction
Gabriele
If walls could talk, oh but what tall tales they could tell. Well, strictly speaking, being a prominent wall in the quaint little Trattoria, or Ristorante Italiano, where I am housed definitely has its interesting facets. I mean, I’m an attractive sort of wall: a dusky rose stucco one with lots of elaborate, colorful Italian pottery adorning me. I don’t like to brag, but I’m probably the best looking wall within miles of Florence, and I take great pride in my appearance. Still, no one really seems to notice me, the perfectly poised, sturdy wall. Instead, as they eat and drink, they’re consumed with events that spin their own worlds.
By Cindy Calder2 months ago in Fiction
