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The House that Loved Me
When I heard the fantastic and historic Lovewell mansion went up for sale, I gave Barry a sharp elbow in the side, a gleam in my eye. I showed him the listing on my phone, an image of the perfect stucco and stone Tudor mansion. I giggled to myself. "Help me achieve my dreams!" I said, snuggling into his neck. He laughed. "Yes, I am a vehicle for all your wants and desires, aren't I?" But he too wanted to get a closer look at the property, all 5,500 square feet of it. He flipped through the images of it on his phone. "This is stunning," He said softly. "I mean, wow. Of course, when you live in an apartment, every home is impressive, but not close to this level."
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas without family
At some point in the far off past, in an unpretentious local area stacked up with shining lights and the smell of recently pre-arranged treats, there continued with a young woman named Lily. Christmas was her main season, when she would gather with her family to celebrate, exchange presents, and make regarded memories. In any case, this year was remarkable. Lily wound up standing up to the chance of use Christmas without her family strangely.
By Kayla walker3 years ago in Fiction
Mother and Christmas
At some point in the far off past, in a modest local area got comfortable the covered mountains, continued with a young woman named Emily. It had been various years since Emily had noticed Christmas with her mother, as she had moved away to seek after her dreams in the clamoring city. Nevertheless, this year, something felt exceptional. Emily longed for the reassuring embrace of her mother and the sparkle of their family customs.
By Kayla walker3 years ago in Fiction
Grand dad jack and cheese farm
A seriously quite a while in the past, in a little totally open town, there continued with a sort and fragile man named Granddad Jack. He was outstanding all through the town for his scrumptious locally developed cheddar. Granddad Jack had obtained a cheddar farm from his forerunners, and he gave his life to glorifying the art of cheddar making.
By Kayla walker3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 18
Once Corina and Isabella get the clinic’s gear packed back up, George shows us all out through the back door into the garden. Clouds drift high overhead, covering the midday sun. The air has cooled significantly, which likely means rain is coming soon. That’s good for us. It means the roads won’t be as busy, and it gives us a good excuse to hide our faces. When it rains, people tend to keep to themselves, only paying attention to their own problems. Plus, the cool afternoon air is a nice break from the oppressive heat we’ve had recently.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Weaver of Eldridge
Nestled amidst the quaint cobbled streets and charming cottages of Eldridge lived a remarkable woman named Elara. Her days were an enchanting symphony of bustling markets and laughter-filled playgrounds. But Elara wasn't your ordinary townswoman. She possessed a rare gift – the ability to weave dreams into captivating tales, crafting a world where imagination reigned supreme.
By أحمد خاطر أبو سلمان3 years ago in Fiction
Mother
In the town of Eldridge, where streets made of cobblestone wound their way through picturesque cottages resided a truly remarkable woman named Elara. Her days were filled with the comforting buzz of the market. Her afternoons echoed with laughter from the nearby playground. Elara was not a mother; she possessed a unique ability, to sculpt dreams weave enchanting tales and create a world where imagination had no limits.
By NOpanayaka3 years ago in Fiction
Love and Care
Once upon a time in the village of Serenity Hollow there resided two individuals whose lives were entwined by destiny. Amara, an artist, with a heart that mirrored the vastness of her painted canvas and Elias, a gentle soul who sought solace in the melodic whispers of the wind through ancient trees.
By NOpanayaka3 years ago in Fiction
