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I Do...Not.
As I stood in my wedding dress and my makeup artist touched up my lips, I heard my wedding party cheering. Did Taylor Swift accept my invitation and just show up? No. Yet, much like Swift herself, something did drop from the heavens above. I opened the window and called out, “What is that!?!” All at once, the group made their way inside and up the stairs to me.
By Steven Rice4 years ago in Fiction
The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise4 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
A Mystery Gift From The Heart.
I don't know whether I should put my Christmas tree up tonight. It's Christmas Eve, though I see nothing special in Christmas anymore. I sigh a deep sigh of sadness as I watch the gentle snow falling outside my window, covering the empty branches of trees in a beautiful, white, quilt.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
My dream guardian!
Thud! Bang, bang, bang. Gunshots? "Awake"! PAUSE! The non-fiction part of this story is that I have never had the need for an alarm clock. I kid you not. I just let my brain know what time I need to wake up, and I am up. Usually. If I oversleep, someone, a voice, my guardian angel or my genie from the lamp, will yell at me to wake up. It has happened my entire life. It is said that we all are given a guardian when we are born, angel if you wish, or a sprite, spirit, ninja, call it what you will. They say that if you listen close enough, open your mind's third eye enough, you will hear or maybe even see it. I think mine is my grandmother, dressed like a ninja. She died before I was born, but she was stubborn and willful enough to be still here, I understand.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Package Joy Club
Hump Day Eve, or Tuesday as it is more commonly called, had metamorphosised over the last six months. Now, for Sophie, Jo, Eve, and Becca, Tuesday was the highlight of their working week. As they prepared moccachoccachinos with extra foam for stale-faced punters on their way to who-cares, emptied bedpans for the angry and ungrateful, and cleaned the houses of the slovenly rich, they had a spring in their step. No matter what life chucked at them on a Tuesday, nothing could steal the joy from the day.
By Caroline Jane4 years ago in Fiction
