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A Second Chance at Love: Rekindling the Spark on a Caribbean Cruise
Alice and John had been married for many years but the spark had long since gone out of their relationship. They were both busy professionals, and it felt like they were ships passing in the night. Alice was starting to feel resigned to the fact that this was just how things were going to be from now on.
By HEMA MALINI4 years ago in Fiction
The Whale - Movie Review
Intro The whales directed by Darren Aronofsky Stars Brendan Fraser was written by Samuel D Hunter who wrote the play this film is based off of he's credited for writing the film I don't know if he actually wrote a new screenplay for the film or if Aronofsky just took the script and was like yeah that works this is a script for our movie The Script for the play because there are clips on YouTube of scenes from the play and I'm like that is verbatim the film.
By Havi Nagpal4 years ago in Fiction
Riley The Dwarf Lantern Shark
Can you keep an eye on my car, please, mate? he said to the Sainsburys security guard. I’ll only be a few minutes. And The Blood was drawn; Riley smelt it from all the way on the other side of town. He started to make his way there. Riley was a dwarf lantern shark, roughly the size of a human hand. Today, he was hungry. He hadn’t feasted in three days now. For a shark normally as prolific as him, this was a very long time.
By Finlay Carr-Hopkins4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dimples deepened as the sky turned slowly with the stars, their light falling soft as padded feet. Their dancing, just a breeze on top the trees waiting for the siblings to tire, end each summer night, and go to bed. Both were up past their bedtimes. Though for this summer, no curfew had been placed on them and nothing pressed to get them up in the morning.
By G. Douglas Kerr4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. That was the time when barriers were thinnest between the solid and spirit realms, between past, present, and future scenes. You could hear voices sometimes, of those who had passed on. Feel the warm embrace of a love from long ago. And places, if you wanted to travel between spaces, whisked amongst worlds and amidst existances, that was the ideal opportunity... though there was no guarantee you'd return wholly yourself or roost in quite the same nest as where you'd left.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Late-Night Classic Rock Drives
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The chilled breeze that routinely accompanies them makes different melodic sounds as it cuts through the frosted glistening mountain tops, similar to the sound a saxophone makes as air flows through the wooden reed and through its body. The sounds don't necessarily lend to comprise an entire musical movement, but they are pleasant enough to make the purple clouds sway and twirl in the air.
By Jose Antonio Soto4 years ago in Fiction
