Classical
A Partridge for Your Thoughts
Christmas was her favorite time of year. The soft delicate flakes of white swirling in crisp air. The promise of icicles and skating. The smell of cookies and pies wafting from underneath the freshly rising rolls of the bakeries. Peppermint in the shape of canes brought a smile to her delicate thirteen year old lips; a whisper of tastes to develop with the passing of holidays. Winter was her season, in the season of her arrival.
Katharine PoolePublished 3 years ago in Fictionthe pear
In a field on a quiet hill far away from the busy world, a pear swayed gently in the summer breeze. It was another lazy and glorious day. The pear basked in the warmth of the sun along with their siblings, safe amongst their mother’s leaves. The pear was comfortable in the tree and did not want to leave.
Jacob MorrowPublished 3 years ago in FictionGoblin Market
“Rare pears and greengages, // Damsons and bilberries, // Taste them and try: // Currants and gooseberries, // Bright-fire-like barberries, // Figs to fill your mouth, // Citrons from the South, // Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; // Come buy, come buy …”
The Golden Pear
In the beginning of a world like ours, a pear tree sprouted. From its branches grew once a new moon, a golden pear. The inhabitants who lived in this world journeyed to the pear tree for the chance of biting into this golden pear. For taste was not what drew them, it was the power they received and the magical gifts granted.
Britt BlomsterPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Frozen Pond Part Six
What else could happen to me with this frozen pond and Leroy? I know that I am secretly in love with Leroy, but I honestly don’t know how to tell him these things without him thinking that I am crazy or something. We both already have a long history of being best friends, but he doesn’t know the have of all the pain I have encountered over the years. I don’t even know if he would understand, and the real question is, would he still see me the same, or does he see something that I don’t? Oh, well, only time will tell for now.
Theresa EvansPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Frozen Pond Five
“You are right, Leroy. We will talk about work first, but this conversation isn’t over by a long shot. You can’t come up to me and confess your love for me like this, knowing that we have a dangerous job to do. What are you even thinking about?” Tazi asked.
Theresa EvansPublished 3 years ago in Fiction4. Timing is Everything.
As the weeks went by William, or as he now felt comfortable responding to, Phileas, took to his role as cook quite well. He had never really cooked before and had only helped his mother in the difficult months after his father’s death. He never allowed himself to like his crew mates, despite their obvious warming to him. In his mind they liked Phileas, in his heart he would always be William and never forget, or forgive, his mother’s murder. But he found it hard. The crew looked after him well and were keen to teach him their trade.
Simon CurtisPublished 3 years ago in Fiction2. Going Under
William had found it hard but had adjusted to life in the cold of the small coastal village, through this was nothing to the cold of his exceptionally distant grandfather. His matter of fact directness lacked warmth and no matter what he tried, nothing could crack the old man’s resolution. He never smiled, passed on a positive word or offered any kind of friendly acknowledgement. William’s mother explained that it wasn’t his fault, he was always like that. He felt comfortable with the distance. It didn’t stop the boy trying.
Simon CurtisPublished 3 years ago in FictionHome from home
The woman whose clothes were pristine in their presentation despite the countless repairs and obvious signs of excessive wear grabbed hold of the young boy and dragged him towards the roadside. They each carried a small bundle, she paused for a second to tuck her hair under her shawl as the rain began to fall, she flashed a sad smile as she dragged him sobbing along the road.
Simon CurtisPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Magical Brush
Once upon a time, there was a poor boy named Ma Liang. He was born smart and liked to draw pictures. When he went to the hill to gather wood, he would break off a branch and draw pictures on the hillside. To the river cutting grass, with grass roots dipped in the river in the river painting; When I got home, I took a piece of charcoal and painted in the yard.
Jeannette HarrisPublished 3 years ago in FictionGame of Thrones
“A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.” One of the many famous quotes from Game of Thrones, this one by Tyrion Lannister. Now, just in case you are one of those who have never seen Game of Thrones (and it is possible, not everybody is obsessed like me!)Tyrion Lannister is one of the main characters who actually survives formal series one right through to series eight. Tyrion is the youngest child of Lord Tywin Lannister and younger brother to twins Cersei and Jamie. He is a dwarf who uses his wit and intelligence to overcome the many ‘prejudices’ that follow him. Tyrion’s mother died giving birth to him, a fact which his father and sister never forgives him for (as if it was Tyrion’s fault!).
Ruth Elizabeth StiffPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhere Do The Ducks Go?
Comedy "The news says the temperature is supposed to get negative ten again this week." Mother says while fixing a small plate with a tiny sandwich, "No, Pickle Mom." from the other side of the table, just out of sight. She replies, "Ok, sweetie."
Jeff JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction