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Crissinda gasped. It was him, Lucas, there in the maze, the prince from her vision. The one she had fallen in love with instantly; unstoppably.As she peeped through the hedgerow again, she realized he'd drawn a woman into his arms. Locked in their passionate embrace, they neither saw nor heard her.The wind billowed around Crissinda trying to dry her tears. It steered her from the maze along a cloistered path. As she ran, she held her skirt and petticoat high. As soon as she reached the banks of Emerald Pond...
Heather heard the deep rumble of an engine behind her, the bright white light of the sun blinding her blue eyes. Seriously? She thought as she waited at the stop sign that continued the road leading into nowhere. Someone is behind me now? She glanced in her rear-view mirror and was struck with awe as her adrenaline spiked.Outlined in the mirror was a car, but not any car. Its sleek black body and golden eagle emblazoned on the hood was a telltale sign of one of the most classic cars of the past decades.
It was the first day of the rest of her life. She had gotten herself a job tree planting for the summer. Chasing after that dreamy aesthetic of the hippy movement, she had applied to this job, despite the naysayers who had been telling her the work was too hard, the days were too long, and the sun was too hot. No, to her this would be the most wonderful summer of her life. She imagined herself, filthy and covered in sweat from a long day’s work, not bothering to wash, beca...
It's the same as it is every other day. Wake up, get dressed, eat, show up at work, go home, maybe eat, sometimes alone, sometimes with my cat, sleep, then repeat. A boring routine for a boring girl. Then something changed. He came. I didn't notice him at first, no, I noticed him when no one else did. It all started when I went through the same morning routine. I woke up, fed my cat, Roscoe, ate some stale toast and headed off to work, expecting the same old boring day to unfold. Little did I know that I was in for a shock. As...
Trigger Warning: This story depicts strong language and self induced suffering. She sits in a stupor, her hand dangling limp from her position on the sofa. She looks lifeless, the Vodka bottle lying empty on the floor, with a pack of cigarettes, already used and discarded. A snore permeates the room from her flaring nostrils and half open mouth – the only sign that she is still alive. It is not a pretty sight, especially now that she doesn’t have all the recommendations of youth to benefit from. She had once b...
Love at first sight does exist. I know, because it happened to me. This is the true story of how I met my wife. It was late June of 1987. I was enjoying the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. The day started out normally enough. I went to my job at the golf course, where I worked as a landscaper. I worked from 5 am until about noon, cutting grass. I then went home, ate lunch, and then went to the gym. I trained for about an hour or so, then went to get something t...
Chaiu looked down with disgust at the coffee spilled all over the linoleum tiles. Her socks, once white winter stockings, were now splattered with brown, stained with her boss’s lost cappuccino. Her shoes, white loafers, would need replacing as well. She sighed, annoyed with herself. After two months of being an intern, one would think she’d have learned to carry a coffee. Her green eyes scanned the coffee shop, searching for paper...
I Miranda by Albert Zygier Sandy, a good friend of mine that works as a producer in one of the networks that I am a frequent guest on, invited me to a July 4 party in East Hampton at the home of her aunt and uncle, a mogul in the real estate business. Everybody who is anybody will be there. As it happened, I had just come back from an assignment in the Middle East, and after a few weeks t...
A woman’s husband had recently died, leaving her and their tiny baby boy in a crumbling wooden shack on a tall, grassy hill, in the shade of a twisted apple tree. The man had been cruel - a drunkard. Hard to make smile and harder to make kind. In the nights he still lived, the widow could never lie easily, for the marks of his displeasure would burn.
The sands of time ran through the great hourglass and creatures everywhere waited with the static of anticipation charging their souls. In the time betwixt day and night, that magical time known to some as the gloaming, a festival was beginning. Twilight descended and the first star heralded the start of the celebration. It had been a long time in the making and was eagerly awaited by the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, the small and the large of the fairytale kingdom....
FIRST SIGHTBySheila Trott
I hadn’t expected the entire town to greet us when we’d arrived. I also hadn’t expected the cottage we had moved into to be so large. It sat beside the lake, its wood damp from the spray. There seemed to be no shortage of wind, a solemn cry echoing through the walls. I was pleased to find that my bedroom wasn’t the size of a closet. For some reason, the idea of no longer being in a city came with a p...
When I started my sophomore year in a new high school, I was sure it would be epically bad. Besides being the new guy in town with no friends and no social status, I also had to hide the fact that I was gay. Now, I'm not saying I had it easy back in my old neighborhood because I didn't. Being sixteen and gay is very hard and at times very scary and lonely. Especially, when you haven't come out of the closet to anyone except your two best friends who you've known since kindergarten. Around them, I could relax and act normal and not worry a...
Jenna sauntered through the leafy woods heading for the river. Summer was in early days and the warm breeze was scented with lilac blossoms. She had found a perfect path, winding through the forest filled with budding trees.Jenna and her dad had just moved into this rural town after the sudden death of her mother. She had been killed by a drunk driver last year.They had decided that a new start in a different town might be best for them.She now stood on the windy rock cliff, opening her arms to the panoramic view. Whi...
It was almost Christmas of 1993 when our son, a high-school junior, stepped through the kitchen door wearing his letter jacket which was oddly deformed over his chest.“Can we get a dog?”He didn’t wait for an answer, instead unsnapping two buttons of his coat. A tiny black face appeared, its brilliant eyes full of joy and its left ear cocked forward as if awaiting our decision. Until that very instant my response would have been an unequivocal, firm “NO!”Instead, our son saw his chance and moved that three-po...
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