Zachary D. Sajdera
I work on my written projects in my free time and whenever something comes to me. I'm a huge fan of fantasy and science fiction.
He wanted more time at the cabin however now he had everything he needed. It was his final day of driving and he decided to continue into the night to finish the last leg of traveling. Sleep was creeping up on Casper which caused his graying head to bob from time to time. His headlights shined upon the road in a near hypnotizing manner. He just had a few more miles to go.
When I thought of love and flowers, the rose was usually the first thing to come to mind. It’s not that I personally relate the two, but rather what the world entrenched in my mind. It was always, “Get her a bouquet of flowers, specifically roses.” I’m not sure why the rose is the flower most associated with love. Perhaps there is a fun little myth that I never heard, or that roses only got this attention where I grew up. What I do know is that they aren’t the flower I think of anymore.
Shawn the Shark
Shawn was preparing for his first summer trip across the ocean by himself. Daddy and Mommy Shark swam up to Shawn to see how he was feeling.
When I was growing up, I remember having rows of raspberries I could walk through. It was so cool to just walk in the front yard and pluck fresh fruit off some canes and eat them right then and there. We had red raspberries and black raspberries growing. How many rows and how big they were I don’t remember. I only remember eating fresh berries.
The Weight of Curiosity
Leda sat in front of her mirror, repeatedly brushing her hair slowly. Once she was satisfied, she opened a drawer and perused her assortment of bows. Ben walked into the room, fixing his tie, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
Valentine's Peer Pressure
Steve’s alarm started blaring. Per usual, it could wake the dead and annoy the living to death. He reached for his phone to turn it off and saw it had added little hearts to the date. February fourteenth. Oh no. It was Valentine’s Day and he didn’t have a present for…
If These Walls Could Talk...
A man and woman, followed by a construction worker, approached a decrepit barn. The man had thin sideburns and an anchor beard to go along with his slicked back hair. The breeze slightly ruffled his fancy three-piece suit and he stayed on the gravel driveway to avoid getting dirt on his polished shoes. The woman also wore business attire with a knee-length skirt. Her glasses had a bead leash, and her hair was fitted into a tightly wound bun. She carefully walked next to the man staying on the gravel as well.
“All rise.” There was a clatter echoing throughout the chamber as everyone stood. A child asked his mother something but was instantly quieted. The mother bowed her head apologetically to a nearby guard.