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Zoot Suit Man Looking in the mirror at all the perfectly symmetrical features that made me what one would call flawless beauty, I squeezed the arms of my gold upholster Georgian Mahogany Chair. This was a family air loom passed down to me from four generations of women whose goal in life was only to stay pretty. The Stafford Trophy Wife would be a better fit for the description. I pressed down on my chair lifting my body weight up 2 inches while leaning over the many arrays of makeup brushes and a plethora of Besame Cosmetic lipstic...
Submitted to Contest #208
The rain was pouring down. The rain droplets fell so hard that they beat my eye lids like percussionist sympathy. You see, one thing about beatings was whether it was just rain or life, as bad as they hurt, it made you very hesitant not to make that mistake again. In some instances, you learn, which leads you to these moments like this, me standing here, as the lighting Boltz dance crossed the sky. It took me back to my childhood, dancing around amongst the vast rows of corn fields. They stretched out as far as the eyes could see. I think I ...
Submitted to Contest #170
Southern HeartbreakIt was a crisp cold night. I lay up here holding my beautiful wife, Leanna. Her beauty revealed itself even deeper to me through the whole in the roof under the moonlight. I had neva seen or eaten chocolate before, but I heard a description about it once being rich in flava, smooth as molasses and so sweet tast'n that it brings you to a sudden and instant joy. A feeling I felt every time Leanna’s smooth skin embraced mine. The crickets sang dey song. The frogs joined in for an amphibious sympathy. It was like music to...
Submitted to Contest #154
Old Oak Tree By: Lancia Stewart“I love it, Bill!” My wife squealed with excitement as I unraveled the red silk blindfold from around her deep brown eyes. It was her dream home.As I hugged her tight and I watch our next generation of two girls and two boys run around the yard filled with an array of green vegetation and spring flowers which were at the peak of blooming. The vibrant pinks, reds, and purple flowers gave the house an artistic look. It was like we were standing still in an art exhibit, looking at a Realism Style portrait with ast...
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