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The Stolen Portrait
I almost threw the portrait of a young Lenore away. I could tell it was her, but the colors had faded. The paint on the frame had flaked to reveal aged wood beneath. An indistinct signature on the right-hand side prevented me from tossing it into the rubbish bin.
I didn’t figure out the connection between the pa...
I was getting ready for my skating party my bestie on the line asking if I wanted to wear her soft pretty sweater I wasn’t aware she felt like we had a sharing bound which she lent me her most important favorite items so I knew from them on I can trust that people choose you not the other way around so as the day turned to night my bestie suggested we call our ride to pick us up from her house she never said to me oh gir...
“So, what’s next for you?” The reporter’s gray eyes shone in the bright camera light and seemed to pierce through to her subject’s soul. “I mean, you’ve sold art worth millions, you’ve been philanthropic… You even have your own wing at some museums around the world. Are you going to keep painting, even at this age?”It took her subject everything he had to muster up a response. After thirty seconds, he frowned and muttered, “I… I don’t know. I will keep painting.”“And can you support the claims that the motif of a locked door...
“The clouds are fluffier than anyone on Earth could imagine, I would imagine…” I mused to Frederick who was eating a robust handful of dark red grapes beside me. “I like that word: Imagine. It contains such hope.” He was munching away as I continued my monologue.
“You look like a supermodel!” I grinned as his pot belly hung over his silken pants. That stirred him to reaction. He smiled a toothy s...
Night songs mixed with the sounds of the buzzing city couldn’t drown out the cataclysmic breaking of my heart. I gripped the paper tight in my hand, crumpling the document, as the rain battered the metal roof, doing nothing to smother the echo of betrayal. My entire life, from the moment I’d entered this messed up world, unwilling and unwanted, had been a lie. I’d been thrown away years ago, so that wasn’t what shocked me and brewed this bitter anger, but it was who had thrown me away that hooked its claws deep into my fury. I ...
I was in line waiting for my turn to pay my bill and there was this pair of people spamming the air with doubt and some crippled anger. They had bodies and their eyes were ignoring everything around them. Arguing is how people described what was happening. From the way the bank clerk felt that pair was more important than my bills, I supposed they were doing something that could put at risk the peace of the place. There ...
[NOTE: Contains Sexual Content]
She saw him again today—not for one of their “Special Days,” as they refer to their secret times of stolen intimacy, but just out and about. That was enough to heighten all her senses—to make colors brighter, the sound of her own breathing louder, the sun on her face warmer, the memory of his earthy smell more intoxicating, and the bite of...
Snarls and growls sounded outside the closet where I’d been hidden. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I huddled behind the coats and prayed to the Moon Goddess that the invading wolves wouldn’t find me. There was a loud bang and dark red blood flowed under the crack in the door. I whimpered when the door was yanked open and a naked man coated in my father's blood smiled.
I came awake growli...
That damn storm door. Always catching on – what? Nothing. Air maybe. The door itself. But never closing all the way. A damn nuisance, good for nothing but frustration. Over a year that she’d lived in the house, with grand plans to replace the storm door. And that sticky sliding door in the back of the house. The one that doesn’t lock, so it’s got two security bars to keep it closed. Never mind the fact that it was almost 3 months into living there before she discovered the faulty lock. And the popcorn ceiling she ...
“This is a nightmare.”
Victoria felt a heavy weight in her chest as the realization of her current prediction slammed into her like a bag of bricks. She remained motionless on the top step of the stairs, looking down at the man who was standing near the front door of the chalet.
Adam, her sister’s fiancé, gave a sigh and shoved his phone back into his pocket. “Looks like it's ju...
“Checking out of room 302 under the name Ferhat Jafar” a tall man said with full snow gear on. “Sure, you’re all set, have a nice day, sir.” I said, looking to see if the lady behind him would follow him up. Yup, that’s my life. I people-watch, check families in, and basically have lived in the snow my whole life. Well, since the age of twelve.
My parents own an Inn for incoming skiers in Southern Colora...
She would wake up to the familiar comfort of unfamiliar heat. Despite the sleep wearing off and her senses getting more responsive to her surroundings - the slight tickle of his hairy limbs, the subtle hint of his oud based cologne teasing her nostrils, the stench of the overnight stay of tequila and red wine in her mouth - she’d remain in the same position with her eyes closed. A final struggling attempt to retain the w...
I poured my husband a cup of coffee, the milk still steaming on the stove. I’d grated fresh cinnamon and sprinkled brown sugar in the pot. A special drink for a gloomy day. The clouds hung low, touching the mountain a bit higher up. The road was iced over, no matter how much salt we poured. There was salt on the windows too, and lined along all the doorways. Many people who visited the area later said they left it...
‘Celia,’ she said, taking my arm, ‘Come with me darling, there is someone you just must meet.’The party was in full swing. Men in dinner suits, ladies all glam; this was an expensive gathering. My silver-blue dress clung to my lines and I felt self-assured as we approached a ring of people. Curiously, as we approached, one and then another looked over to Penny and I. There appeared to be an electric atmosphere here. A shared something, to which I was not party.I should have guessed that I wa...
As Marc Edwards entered Black Piste 62 on the Swiss Matterhorn he thought about how lucky he was on this trip of a lifetime and a business trip no less. The financial guys at corporate must be crazy, not one of them wanted to fly across the pond so he was the pioneer. He took in the hundred and eighty degree panoramic view. Could life be any better? He indulged in the snow covered peaks before him like fluffy meringue ca...
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