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Christmas Treasures - Simple Treasures
Simple Treasures Rainy days are not fun. Sam and his little brother Jim knew this all too well, as they sat at the kitchen table playing “Chutes and Ladders.” For a change, they weren’t constantly accusing each other of cheating. No, not at this time of year. They both knew they must be on their best behavior because Christmas was near.
By Bruce J. Spohn2 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Treasures - Treasured Tradition
Treasured Tradition PART ONE Tim sat in the back seat of his father's car, staring out the side window without really seeing anything. He was bored! Christmas vacation had just started and now he was forced to leave all his friends, to visit his grandfather. Tim had been looking forward to this vacation. He wanted to get together with some of his friends and go to some Christmas parties. Now that he was old enough to understand mistletoe, he was eager to meet some girls. He was not ready to go steady with a girl, but there were many school dances coming up and he wanted to start meeting some girls so he would have a good list of prospects to choose from. Now he was going to miss all the fun just because his mother wanted to "do the family tradition thing." Hanging around a bunch of old people, a hundred miles away from anywhere, was not his idea of a "Merry Christmas." His mother tried to make things better by telling him he could learn to ski. She never asked him if that was what he wanted. He wanted to go to parties with his friends.
By Bruce J. Spohn2 years ago in Fiction
The Right Thing
Dried leaves and dead brush crackled under my feet as I trudged through the dense forest. Blue light cast by a full moon filtered through the pine needle canopies to leave pools of light. I used these spotlights as guides leading me along a path to? I didn’t know where. I could not remember how I had gotten there, but it seemed right, so I worried not.
By E. J. Strange2 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY I REALIZED SHE'D GONE TO HEAVEN
As I lay here with my dark brown curls smushed beneath her golden furry paws that had grown to a dull shade. I cherish this moment. She sleeps by me, eyes shut closed filled with a light crust. No matter how much I wipe them, the crust grows. Her belly warmer then my heater fighting this September chill, and we sleep. Her tiredness was brought on by the sickness, and even though it made her sleep I enjoyed the time she got to spend in my room. We got the sleepovers I wished for. Days and Days spent where she'd rest on my pink rug, and I'd rest on the wooden floor next to it. I didn't feel sad knowing her days would come to an end soon, because I knew she was with me, and these ending days would last a lifetime.
By Essence lopez2 years ago in Fiction
Lost Owl in the Woods
It was around midnight and the Roberts family were preparing to go to sleep as they were camping. The mother and father were sleeping in their own tent and so did the three children. The youngest child, Wilma, could not sleep and felt like she was hearing things outside. Somehow it had no effect on her older siblings. The twelve year old had then exited the green tent and started slowly. While walking she still heard the noise and could not figure out what it was and where it was coming from. She kept walking in the left direction of the forest and stopped by a tree that overshadowed her five two frame. She could hear the noise being close and looked around in different directions. She then looked up at the tree she was next to and saw a gray owl sitting on a branch. She had figured out where the noise came from and what it was. Wilma waved at the owl as it hooed. The owl flew down slowly to the ground right by Wilma's feet. She kneel in front of the owl and noticed that its left wing was hurt. She figured that the owl must have hurt itself during a flight. But what was going through in her mind was what to do about the broken wing. She then carried the owl back to the area where her family's tents are. She quickly reached into a black duffle bag and took out a first aid kit. She tried not to make much noise to help heal the owl.
By Forest Green2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
She was glistening, from sweat and from the afterglow. The wisp at her hairline that escaped her bun framing her face and shining in the stark light looked like a crown, or a halo. She was radiant. She was surprised that the experience wasn’t as painful as people made it seem. It was definitely intense, but not painful. It was her first time, and it really wasn’t that bad. She actually enjoyed this, she realized. She sat there, blissed out, feeling elated. Feeling proud, as her body settled and her senses returned to her.
By Pryia Blunt2 years ago in Fiction
Traces of a Life
Ilona arrived at the house closer to 8 pm., but thanks to the spectacular Finnish summer weather, it was still bright as day. The sun was high above the tall pines that lined the field behind the sauna and the barn, which was a good thing. There was barely any light this deep in the countryside, and the next-door neighbor was half a kilometer away. Getting inside the house with her bags would have been a pain in the dark.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen2 years ago in Fiction