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In the house, they found Wilhelmina sitting at the kitchen table, one of the old liquor bottles from Kal’s room sitting in front of her. She silently poured a shot and passed it to Kayse who gladly accepted.
My Island Dream
I sit in the beach lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling, crystal blue water of the ocean in front of me. Though the waves were inviting me to dive into them, I opted to sit in the chair. Sunbathing suited me better than swimming in the ocean. The waves gently caress the shores; the breeze whispering in my ears.
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
My desire was to seduce him. Possess him. Consume him. Can you blame me? I did what any woman would. I invited him to the wilderness.
I fell asleep again, this time while tying a Windsor knot. It is one of the trickier ones to do, that is why I normally wrap a single knot for my tie. However, this day deserves a full Windsor.
Rosalie Decides to Walk
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Outside of the church, Rosalie ripped away the black veil that was attached to her ridiculous black hat, freeing her thickly curled back hair that just barely grazed her shoulders, and stuffed it inside of the hidden pocket in her black dress. Breathing in through her nostrils, and out through her mouth, she deeply inhaled the cool night air, and used the sleeve of her black blouse to wipe away any lingering tears still dampening her cheeks.
A Not So Romantic Christmas
Below is my entry into Real Poetic's Holiday Jamboree! Microfiction Challenge. Here is her link, if you'd like to join in.
Gold, Red Berries, Rosemary, and a Lilac-Colored Vine
White-capped mountain peaks were the highest things, scraping along the underside of the still blue sky. They surrounded my village. I’d stare up at them and wonder how high they really went. Though I could see the tops of them from here, I knew I didn’t truly understand their height.
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Moonlit Desire: The Werewolf's Longing
In the small town of Silverwood, nestled beneath the ancient oak trees, a werewolf named Lucas roamed the forest under the glow of the full moon. With each passing night, his heart longed for something more than the solitary life he led. He yearned for a love that would accept both his human and beastly nature.
Fires of Friendship
The rapport between Okewu and myself, his lodger for the past six months, had long been hanging by a thread. Tensions escalated steadily, like a pot left on a simmer, until one fateful Tuesday afternoon when the pressure reached its boiling point.
Strangers In The Night
Saturday Morning Footsteps echoed around me. My footsteps. It crossed my mind someone might have followed me, but it couldn’t have been. My dark-colored sedan blended in with the rest of the cars on the road. And in the dark, it could look like either a dark blue or black or if the light hit it exactly right, even a purple of some sort.
In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets echoed with the cacophony of life, lived a street dog with no name. His fur was a patchwork of scars, and his eyes told tales of resilience and survival. Little did he know that his destiny was about to intertwine with that of a kind man named Michael, setting the stage for a remarkable tale of rescue and reciprocity.
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
Chapter 1: A Shadow in the Mist The imposing silhouette of Blackwood Manor loomed against the darkening sky; its ancient stone walls shrouded in an eerie silence. The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread as if the very stones themselves bore witness to a sinister past.
We all breathe the same air, but heroes are frequently hidden by the shadows of everyday life. Their tales make up the epic saga of humanity, a symphony of bravery, kindness, and selflessness. Real heroes exist among us behind the masks and capes, their deeds adding inspirational hues to the canvas of life.
I am standing in a forest, lost. I wandered in sure that I could trust my sense of direction, amazed by the trees with their tail, straight branchless trunks, mushrooming out to create a green canopy blocking out the blue sky and the sun.
LOVE AS A TRIANGLE
Love as a Triangle Emily had been in love with Alex for as long as she could remember. He was her childhood best friend, her confidante, and her soulmate. They had grown up together, and she had always believed that they were destined to be together. However, as they grew older, things began to change.
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