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Christmas is just around the corner and gift-giving is upon us once more. The great gift-giving dilemma has always been one of my terrible faults. I usually do the best match in someone’s character to tell what type of gift to give someone. If they loved animals or if they were a nature lover, or they loved to travel, then buying them something wasn’t going to be so hard. It usually helps if you know that person too. I know from the experience that I can’t buy a gift for a stranger. ...
What to do? Oh what to do? Christmas is coming, and I have nothing for my spouse! Not for the lack of trying; I’ve been trying to get this done for over a month! Alright… time to take stock of things, one more time. I am in the middle of my local downtown, where most of the local shops are located. Trying to get an idea of what she could want. Being a responsible adult, I give her a comprehensive list of my likes, dislikes, and what I have my eye on this year. Wh...
Weeks upon weeks. Months and days and moments. Agonizing seconds and flightless minutes. Aching muscles and straw-like hair, as stiff as twigs from sweat and neglect. Burning joints and dead eyes. Sleepless nights and fruitless days. Boiling afternoons wasted stalking the wrong blonde. Freezing nights spent hiding and dodging from livid cops. Horrible days, one after another.Losing a comrade to the town jail. Memories ma...
They agreed on a $200 spending limit. It was one of the most generous limits Julie and Kevin had imposed in their 15 year marriage. Julie was determined to spend it well. And it was time to begin shopping - today. Otherwise, she wouldn't be done by Christmas.“Good to see you again, Mrs. Dillard,” Joey, the Publix cashier interrupted her thoughts.
“I don’t even know what I am looking at, let alone how long I've been looking at it,” Myles explained on the phone, hoping to get some motivation or at least some inspiration to keep going. He had been wandering the mall for the last four hours looking desperately for that right gift. With less than an hour before needing to produce a gift, he was more at a loss than when he started looking four hours ago. Calling his roommate was his last resort, but desperation makes people do desperate things.
Mandy and Sam were in a four year relationship, thinking about marriage. This Christmas, Mandy wanted to give Sam something truly special. She had been looking for what seemed like forever. When she found a present that she thought was perfect, she wrote a letter to go with it. This is it: Dear Sam,A few days to Christmas, and I still don’t have your gift. I want to get you something you will never forget. One day, I was passing a Used Art Store. I had never heard of one of those before. My sensibilities intrigued...
Last week, you and Lana kissed under the mistletoe and thereafter walked, hand in hand, under the rain as it beat both your skins into a delicate pattern of faded brown. While walking, she looked up at you and admitted words she'd normally not say: I'm sorry for the way I overreacted. And you heard her voice and concerned yourself with her sudden apology, refusing to admit your own fault.It was December in a year one might fail to remember that you first kissed her. You met her in a bar across town where you both had too much to dr...
"What a weary day?"Helen exausted almost trembling to keep another step. The entire day was a day of quest yup it was so as she had planned to buy an extraordinary present for her hubby. Mr. Orea is a middle aged man who was a workaholic spending 24×7 engaging in his business firm. Every night he used to be too weary than Helen looked at present. His involvement in work is rather the effect of his love on his family which he wish to cherish. A worn-out Helen was in a dilemma whether the present she bought for Orea would impress him or not...
I drove into a perfectly manicured lawn. Our Subaru Outback, with mud splashed generously on every side, stood out like a sore thumb."Rick," I asked, glaring at my husband, "I don't think we'll fit in here."Rick waved his hand dismissively, "Oh, they're good folks, Lisa. Don't worry about it."I sighed. Our baby was wearing the most inappropriate clothes on earth: Short denim shorts and a shirt that said, "Chakra Queen." I hoped they wouldn't think we were pagan worshipers...As we walked further towards the door...
Walking through the back streets of New York, the man glanced around and behind him nervously. He swore he had seen the same three guys strolling or leaned against a wall for the past 4 blocks. He had been warned of rising gang activity ever since the Prohibition started, but he didn’t expect to get mugged on his first day. He lowered his head and walked a bit faster. His new apartment was only another block away, but they were starting to close in, and he wasn’t sure if he...
When I saw him, I knew him.When I saw him, I loved him. When I saw him, I knew he was the one for me and no others could compare.After the vision of my future beloved, I had no choice but to find him.Every twenty-five years, the perpetual red sun relinquished it’s throne and gave way to the renowned blue moon for twenty-five days. The Coupling Moon, as it was known, showed and led all lone youth of the most recent generation their future life mates. From the lor...
Seeing Blind She gripped the basket in her left hand and held her coat closed with the other. The wind always picked up on her way home, she could hear it rustling through the trees. The path beneath her feet was overgrown, created only by her feet. No one traveled through the forest, especially these days. Rumors of angry beasts and cruel men who lived in the ...
People called them seers back in the day. Seers graduated to fortune tellers, which in turn graduated to psychics. I don’t claim to be any of these things. I like to call my gift something along the déjà vu effect. I don’t see future events through spiritual powers or cards or a clear ominous ball.I dream them, but I don’t remember the dreams until they’re playing out in real life, and then there’s that weird moment where I can tell you what someone is going to do or say before they do it. It’s almost like watching a car wreck, as ...
I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much for me. Why did things like this happen?What did I do to deserve this? Out of pure anger and exasperation, I picked up a nearby vase and hurled it at the wall. It shattered into a mill...
“I still remember the first time I saw you. It in was second grade during recess. You were wearing a pink polka-dress with ladybug hair ties for your pigtails. You were in the sand box, making sandcastles with a red bucket for your sand princesses. It was adorable. I wanted you to notice me. So I stole your red bucket and you hated me for the rest of elementary school. We were so dumb and naive back then. I miss it.
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