I enjoy writing. I am an ESL tutor and I am currently taking college courses to obtain a degree in digital marketing and social media management.
The Sorting Hat
Kayla joined the group for singles over thirty from her area, on one of the recommended online dating websites. She then attended one of their posted events at a local bar. Amongst the other ladies that showed up, there were eleven men in the group that had also come out. Apparently and sadly that was a good turnout, despite the dating website showcasing four hundred lonely members from this area.
Anacondas and Caimans, Oh My!
Snapping awake in the wee hours of the night I shot out of bed. An overwhelming impulse began surging over me, summoning me to Machu Picchu in Peru. My beloved mother had recently passed away and my marriage had crumpled shortly thereafter. I had never been so compelled to go anywhere before. Perhaps I just wanted to run away to the farthest reaches my subconscious could fathom, to escape my life at the time. Sleep eluded me for the rest of the night. At the first respectable hour I contacted Chris, my travel agent.
The Wind Horse
Anna reminisced during her long flight to Tibet. Subsequently, she realized that she was always running away. The pattern started when she ran away on her sixteenth birthday, to escape the profound physical and mental abuse she suffered, from her unstable father. It broke her beloved mother’s heart when Anna left, but she did not try to stop Anna, as she knew it had to be so.
The Prison Hostel
My flight has landed in Ottawa. I have a hastily organized business meeting here tomorrow afternoon. While I am still in the airport I use Google on my cell phone to find a place to stay for tonight. Discovering a business listing that interests me, I excitedly exclaim out loud, “Oh this place looks cool!” I see that I can sleep in an authentic jail cell at a hostel that has been converted from a prison! It was built over one hundred and fifty years ago. Very intrigued I call to reserve my accommodation for this evening. I state my name, “Michael Adams,” to the male voice taking my reservation.
Bella was in her veterinary office in the large mushroom in the woods. She had a heavy workload. Flitting around, tending to her patients, she was grateful for her fairy wings. Many of the woodland creatures were getting injured while trying to escape the flames of the nearby forest fire.