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My Fathers Marigolds
When I was a little girl, my father planted marigolds in our garden. “Daddy?’ I would ask him “Why do you plant those silly orange flowers between our other plants?” “They protect the other plants from the baddies!’ His British accent came in strong, he would smile at me in his usual way, his eye creasing in the corners, his high cheekbones covered in their round lumps. He would laugh and tickle me as I tried to escape him through the tall, wooden garden beds in our yard.
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Once upon a time in a village called Timeless there lived a family named the Samuelsons. Every morning they would begin their day with a moment of meditation. Then, they'd take a walk to scout out the land and pick up needed items - such as different type of debris along the road to do their daily routine.
Dr. Totziette SlaterPublished 3 years ago in FictionCan You Imagine?
Here I go, I tighten my laces, pull my coat closer to my body and tug my hat down tight. I look up at the mountain above me, it is so cold! I am ready for this adventure! Spot barks at my ankles also excited for the adventure, I never go anywhere without Spot! He is my companion, my sidekick, my best friend!
Becky ArthursPublished 3 years ago in FictionGrowing Up With Sharks
Curiosity as a young child came with the territory for Aesop. That extended to sharks because of all the tales that he heard from his mom, Pamela, who often used scary tales as a disciplinary tactic. She told him that disobedient children were vulnerable to shark attacks whenever they visited the beach.
Anthony ChanPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Locker with ... Love?
“It’s just a storage unit.” She told herself standing in front of the dingy garage door. “Just a ten by ten space rented and forgotten by Michael before he died. I’m surprised it’s still here.” She stood back and waited for the lot manager to use her drill to take out the lock. The squealing of the metal was loud and shrill and went on for longer than Jeanne was comfortable with. She had to admit that that somehow going through Michael’s things after he was gone was leaving her feeling kind of ghoulish. At the same time, there was a definite dullness about it all, and still a mercenary interest for all that he owed her after 14 years together. She just wished he had family closer than 600 miles away in another state.
Lois BrandPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeaven Hill
When I was born, I had no clue what life had in store for me. Marty was particularly happy. He was singing and dancing. My Daddy loved me. He. Loved. Me.
pears for tears
The shape of a pear reminds me of how full-bodied we women can be. I am young and independent. Papa said so. Why do I have to be a skinny, bony, half starved female. Who am I supposed to please.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in FictionFlourish and Grow
Marigolds had been her favorite. She had taught me to plant them between the garden plants so the bees and butterflies would come and help everything flourish brightly and grow.
C.A. PricePublished 3 years ago in FictionFavorite Things
“You got a package. I put it on your bed.” This was the greeting Jamie received upon entering the apartment he shared with two other randomly assigned university students. It was October and classes were in full swing. The work was difficult and there was little time for socializing. But as an introvert, that suited Jamie just fine. He went to his room and closed the door. The package was sitting on the bed as advertised. It was wrapped in brown paper, so plain it made him suspicious. He didn’t recall ordering anything and there was no return address.
Leslie WritesPublished 3 years ago in FictionReturns
Mark knew about the happiest days of stranger’s lives before they did. He would find out about engagements and golden anniversaries weeks in advance, when soon-to-be husbands or wives of twenty years walked into his shop to buy rings, brackets, or the delicate dragon tail necklaces that had made his father’s shop famous. Mark only took commissions from walk-in customers. His dad had always insisted on it.
It's Never Too Late
“Daddy, I want this one. Can I have it?” asked little Adam to his father, staring at him with hopeful eyes as he held Midnight Tuxedo Barbie in his tiny hand.
The Last Package
It was spring break. I decided not to go back home but rather catch up on my studies at school. I made a surprise visit the last month so I figured this week I could catch up. I called my folks because it was their anniversary. Dad picked up the phone.
Tomas AlejandroPublished 3 years ago in Fiction