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Snow Day Believer
The snow fell insistently, covering roads and driveways and trees. Heavy snowfall brings a quiet you can hear and it’s comforting and overwhelming all at the same time. I woke at five-thirty a.m. to the chirp of my cell phone bearing the news: Snow day. Annie and Christopher counted on staying home from school and stayed up late to check the 11 o’clock news to confirm it. It wasn’t official even then, but they were now sleeping the sound slumber of a child’s intuition, hibernating under their quilts. Not a peep from either of them.
By Cindy Eastman4 years ago in Fiction
Love maybe he was tired and should have rested long ago
My father is gone, my father's tenacious life clock, fixed at 10:30 a.m. on April 6, 2022. Father's Love My father went away, peacefully, his eyes closed tightly, without the slightest expression of pain. The night before, my father's condition worsened and the pain became more severe after the cancer spread for more than 10 days in a row. My father, who had always been strong, suffered unbearable pain and moaned throughout the night. At midnight, a large pool of fluid gushed out of his mouth, and then his whole body curled up on the bed in a limp state. In the second half of the night, he stopped moaning and moving, his body and mind were extremely tired and seemed to be wandering on the border between the yin and the yang ......
By Kelly Archie4 years ago in Fiction
His Life (Part 2)
CHAPTER 3 We drove from California to Alabama with everything we owned in our cars. The trip took an entire two days even with the rotation of drivers. My dad was determined not to stay in California a second longer. For him, California was a representation of an extraordinary life he provided for his family but also an incredible stressor for him. When the economy dropped in '08, he struggled to keep things afloat and it messed with his mental and physical health. My parents waited two years for me to finish high school, then they left soon after Zander and I had found an apartment.
By Troi McAdory 4 years ago in Fiction
The Pre-Wake
Prologue Extract from the diary of The Most Reverend Robert Sullivan, Bishop of the Diocese of Sandburg: “When I first found religion I hoped my life could be fulfilled. When I met the woman who was to become my wife I knew that a sacrifice by me was necessary.
By Tony Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Average Joe & The Angel
Prologue Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church almost in time, which was completely packed, with every single seat taken for the funeral service. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most popular man in town, and everybody in this close-knit community wanted to see him off on his final journey.
By Tony Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
"Love is Blind" !
love is a strong and positive emotional and mental State. Love is just not only an attraction but the intensity of the feeling of hollowness. Love is a great resourceful state like our other states of mind, but it is the thing that can generate intense pleasure and as well as intense pain in our lives.
By Santanu Ghosh4 years ago in Fiction





