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Bon Viveur (1806 words)I knock back the neat whiskey. The liquid gold both sears and comforts my parched throat. I catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror of my bedroom. I’m completely shocked by my unkempt appearance standing there in my chef’s whites from service the night before. Bloody hell! I have to be in the studio in three hours’ time. Can I pull it off again? I’...
“What are you doing out here Niamh?”, the grey wolf asked. “Same as you; just watching the stars,” Niamh replied. “Yeah… spirit ledge sure is special,” He concurred. The grey wolves sat together, peering up at the dimly lit night sky. The moon gave ...
Allegra isn’t there when Nadal comes to meet her. Earlier this morning, Nadal said goodbye to her father before he went down to the harbor with their dog Harley. She wished them a good day out on the water with the other fishers. Then she wished the same to her mother who supervised the village farms where they grew herbs and vegetables and cared for animals. After they had left, Nadal walked ...
1 I look at my face in the mirror and trace a finger along the dark bags under my eyes. My fingers reach towards the pot of lotion, but I pause, hand wavering slightly in the air, barely brushing against the lid. I sigh, the air cold in my lungs, and pull my hand back to my face to run my hands through my hair. Dry. Brittle. The dark roots have grown out, pushing away the now dull blonde. It brushes my shoulders now, far longer than it’s been in years. I twist the ends between my fingers, letting...
Kim had met her soulmate, Karl through her husband. It was long before their marriage issues had surfaced. He had been an acquaintance, someone her husband had known from high school. But when she had met him, and every time their paths would happen to cross after that, instinctively she would get the feeling that he was one of the good guys. Looking back now, she knew she had taken notice because he had exemplified, so effortlessly, many of the traits she had longed for in her husband at the time. He was laid back, easy to talk to and al...
Mabel woke to the sound of ‘brownie’, her 3-month-old pup, licking her face and wagging his short tail. She carried him and got out of bed. After stretching her stiffened body, she performed her morning exercise. After the exercise, she opened her window and watched as the flakes of snow fell from the skies. It was a sight to behold, with the tall trees, covered in snow and the surroundings all covered in snow; winter had come early.Mabel patted brownie on the head and went to the b...
I think about the Carters every day, but most of all on Saturdays. Those are the only days when the boy with giant glasses doesn’t careen past on his bike, laden with numerous copies of the Sherman County Journal and struggling to stay upright. Mr. Carter used to read that paper every weeknight while Mrs. Carter prepared dinner, and every Sunday morning while she scrambled eggs. Sometimes Mr. Carter would mutter about “that stupid goddamned war” or “that good-for-nothing Johnson,” but mostly he kept his opinions to himself...
My husband, Ryan, would be furious if he knew I was here. I’d broken my promise not to see this young man again, but I had to see him one more time. The choir shuffled noisily onto the stage – not quite the grand entrance their director of music would have wished for. A few younger men broke up the ranks of grey-haired chaps fumbling with their song sheets, but most of them were nearer my age, in their early forties. They were dressed in an assortment of rainbow colours, befi...
The smell of blood wafted through the air, creeping steadily from the battlefield. Screams could be heard, far off in the distance, if you listened long enough. A solider covered in dirt and sweat crawled stealthily to the edge of the trees, hesitating for a moment, anticipating the massacre. How many of her fallen comrades would she see today? This place had become a permanent scar across their landscape. It stretched for miles, with no end in sight. This once peaceful place had become a graveyard f...
Everyone, no matter how ordinary they might seem, has at least one extraordinary story to tell. Take the case of an ordinary man named Mr. Brown, a retired truck driver from a quiet New England town. Mr. Brown spent decades driving produce all over the country until his company took him to dinner at a moderately priced restaurant, handed him a gold-plated watch and showed him the door. Since then he’s spent his days watching golf on TV, feeding the ducks in the park, and plotting to kill his wife. &...
After twelve years of imprisonment, Kelvin is now free. Holding his bag, he went straight trait to a house. The house that gave him the most unfortunate memory of his life. The cold breeze gave Kelvin shivers, but the pain and anger make him more tremble. Mixed and unexplained emotions are what Kelvin felt as he walks inside their old abandoned house for almost twelve years, tears were falling through his eyes as he stands at the doorway.The whole house...
The train was dimly lit, but warm and welcoming when Jenny Green stepped on board and she was glad for it. Outside was blistery cold and the frozen wind was relentless. The kindly old conductor checked her ticket and helped her to her seat with a warm smile. “If you need anything else just let me know miss.”
In A Cloud of Solids “A man once spoke of a story pertaining to the Wizard against the machine. He would sit up in his castle, making paintings that he supposedly, considers to be prophecies. Graphic images of a small pixel, a dot, remaining unmovable in a prodigious city as the humans around it began to get ripped apart by a storm so random that the apples that ...
Late November in Roscommon County can be deeply weighted in snow, but not this year. This year temperatures were in the high 50’s….no air conditioning, no heat, and all the windows and doors open. Perfect weather for the yearly Winter Charity Bazaar and Karl’s usual hunting trip. While Karl was away hunting his wife, Carol, would gather the treasures for the bazaar because Karl hated the disorganization of gathering what he called ‘junk’ collectibles. Though Carol enjoyed her role in the yearly bazaar, she had a problem with proc...
I had a dream that jolted me awake in consideration of it. Four silvery illuminated moths had entered her home, each claiming a corner of the squared structure. What did this mean?She was dead, and had been for awhile. This, utterly, surprised me when I found myself in a position of need. I seeked her out, but she was gone, almost a year after our last visit. I began a new path in life-moving along with the new year. This somehow had taken me away from her.Some would think poor of me knowing I didn't ...
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