Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

“Wash it all away” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

The hum of the coin laundry, was soothing. I was soothed by the hum of the whole place. It smelled like fresh washing and was clean. It had plants that needed watering, ( I checked the dirt). It was a newer laundry place, with state of the art washers, they talked to you and everything. They said your load is locked in and your now finished and stuff like that. I looked around at the black man with his little girl. They both looked calm and serene, her sipping on a Coca-Cola, like it was a real treasure,treat. Later she helped her dad fold ...

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“What the hec” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

"Look how short your pants are"!My cousin looked at my short, fortrell purple,and yellow, paisley pants. "Those are way too small" she laughed outloud, only the way, a seven year old, could laugh at something. I looked down at my favorite pants, and wondered what in earth happened to my pants. "How did these get so short" then we screamed in laughter again. Neither one of us having a clue how pants got short anyways. I was six, and remember these, beautiful " in style at the time slacks". I did not want them to get thrown in the clothing giv...

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“ A Man or god” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Submitted to Contest #137

I walked on a path of light and darkness. In front of me was a learning place. It told of all these different kinds of God's. Which one was right? Was I a God? Was God, God? Was a better man, than me, a God? Were there many God's, before? Was all of man his self, a God? Would this life time, be enough time, to learn all of these things? If God exists, surely he would make sure we knew of Him, before we left this place. Would He send us, to the next place, and let us know after, this life? Maybe, there would be many, many, places that we woul...

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“Size 8 would be great!” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

"I want popcorn, I want candy, I want chips." I told my husband, of ten years, when he asked me "what I wanted. I wanted the damn dress to fit me, is what I wanted. I had just worn it, to my daughters graduation ceremony, in June. It was November now. I couldnt zip the dress up. I couldnt believe, I had gained at least ten pounds, since the summer.I had a problem with my weight at fourty five. I could always eat whatever I wanted and at this age, all of a sudden I couldn't have anything that wasn't green. I loved fries, couldn't eat them any...

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“The Inventor” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Submitted to Contest #136

THIS STORY HAS SENSITIVE CONTENT, ABUSE AND SUBSTACE ABUSE. She had problems. She had real, identity thieft problems. No one, knew who she was. She lived in a world, where she would be considered, a hostage. A free hostage, if there was such a thing. Her identity thieves, were relentless, hacking her phone, answering her calls, from her business associates. They would knock her out, with a device, that would render her unconscious, and answer her door. Impersonating her, the woman, Lee-Anne, to anyone that came along. "Do you have something ...

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“The money” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Submitted to Contest #135

He drove that Brinks truck, like he was the super, proud owner, and earner, of every dollar in the back of it."Bye daddy" the cute little brunette, with the soulful dark eyes, squeaked, to her own close personal hero. I love you, was what he said to her, making a heart out of his two hands and fingers together. Smiling at her beauty, the beauty, only a six year old that loved you, could make you believe.Get on the ground m@#$$$ f#$%^%". "Sack of poop, he just told you to get outta the truck and get ona ground" said the second stupid, uneduca...

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“Forever Young, Forever Old” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Submitted to Contest #135

He was tired of fighting, with the adults, on the big island. Drake, on the Children of the Isle, was tired. He had had wars with the adults before, but nothing compared, to the war they were in the middle of, with these big people.They were all adults of the big people, from the big island. Thier "Children of the Isle" Island, being inhabited by only, forever children. Given, an anti growth hormone at birth, made development of adult hood, null and void. All of the children, that were shipped over from the adults "Big Island" stayed child l...

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“The old world” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Where was he? He had gone to the baker, to buy them a loave of bread. She had just gotten a loaf from a cheaper bakery, yesterday, and it was made with plaster of Paris, instead of flour. Flour being a scarce, item, as of late. The bread made both of them sick, and thier vomit was white, and full of this plaster paste. She knew, she had been had, by the illreputable baker. "She would get him,"she fumed "he won't make us sick again." Her son had been gone now for a long time, and she worried if he had been robbed. These were hard times, many ...

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“The New World” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

PLEASE PUT THIS STORY ON THE PROMPT"SOMEBODY PEERING THROUGH A TELESCOPE...THANKS"The mirror telescope was almost burning up, with the heat of both of thier hands. She couldn't believe, that there might be another inhabitable planet, in our galaxy. The images on the telescope, looked like there were buildings, skyscrapers, on this new planet, they had stumbled upon. Her associate looked like he ate a canary, when he told the news that his lightyear travel machine was already ready to test drive. The three if them had no idea that 2022 would ...

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“How romantic” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

She crossed her legs, she uncrossed her legs. In her mind she was crossing her fingers. She had just filled out the ornate valentines card for Gary, saying how much she loved him and how happy she was to be part of his world. She really wanted a valentines gift this year. It wasn't the gift she wanted, as much as the acknowledgment, that they were a couple. A real couple, a couple that remembered each other on Valentines day. She licked the dry glue on the envelope and sealed it shut, feeling quit melancholy about the whole day. Really the y...

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“She's the one.” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

" HI" I said, to the opalescent nails, the black high stiletto boots, the auburn cascading hair, and most of all the gorgeous blue eyes. "Do you come here often?" I tried to say casually. She looked at me sideways then did a double take. I was flattered by the double take. Maybe it meant this perfect manicured, high-heeled, goddess, would let me buy her coffee. She agreed to let me purchase her a double double, carefully stirring and wiping around the cup with a napkin.I was a okay looking guy, with the kind of man lashes, that every woman s...

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“Lukes tea” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

I woke up late for work, again. Carrying a luke warm tea to the bus stop, luke warm because I couldn't wait for the kettle to boil, or I would of missed the bus. I was trying to wash down a piece of toast, with just peanut butter on it, no butter, because,we didn't have any. I also couldn't find my change for the bus. I was a quarter short. My favorite black sweater, was in my roommates room. It was cold enough out, outside, that I needed my black sweater. She had half of my wardrobe already, darn it all anyways. Living with a crackhead and ...

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“My cup of tea?” by Lee-Anne Lenore Archibald

Submitted to Contest #128

I always have my tea at two.At two I have my tea. I reminded myself of this for eighty years. Then Edwin died, and I had to have tea by myself. I was tired of having my tea at two, by myself.I walked out the door of my home, for the seventh time this week, to " Sweet Tea" about five short blocks away. It was Saturday today. I liked it there, because there was nowhere to sit, for tea. I always seemed, to have such lovely conversations there. Once this week, a conversation with a mother of six. Goodness six children. I had none. But Edwin and ...

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