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My father-in-law lives with us now. He was diagnosed with cancer and had become very weak and frail. He didn’t feel safe living alone anymore, so we brought him to Texas to live with us.
He sits in his room all day, saying that he is too tired to get up or that he is too weak to do things for himself. So, I cook for him every day, my wife bathes him, we take him to all of his doctor’s appointments and wai...
The steam hit my face as I took a sip from my cup. My grandmother smiled at me sweetly. I looked down into my oolong tea and saw it again. The same thing I saw every time I drank oolong tea. If you didn't know, oolong tea has mental alertness benefits, or that's what my grandma always told me as a child.
She wasn't wrong. Only, I don't think she thought I'd see a premonition when I drank the tea. I never told anyo...
~ by Greg Gillis
Patty’s hand trembled as she poured the steaming Orange Pekoe tea into the two cups that laid upon the counter in front of her. She lifted the two cups by the saucers that they sat on and carried them toward the table in the dining room that sat adjac...
Lena tingled with excitement as she placed her hands in his, feeling the coolness of his skin. His long spindly fingers closed around hers. This was the first time in 20 years she had touched a man other than her husband. She was even more excited that he was a tall, dark, and handsome young man.“Ok now close your eyes.” His voice loomed out of the dim candle-lit space across the velvet swathed table.Lena shut her eyes eagerly, trying not to giggle. She felt like a teenager again, disobeying the stifling restrictions of her ...
Trucking never seemed like a job to Frank, he enjoyed the time alone on the road. It helped him think and plan out his future. He didn’t have big dreams, but they were dreams nonetheless. A house of his own somewhere peaceful, and enough land to grow food on. He kept a photo of a pristine grassy landscape hidden in his truck’s sun visor. He would look at it occasionally and remind himself what this was all for...
THE BLACK FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SEWER
The villa had been built about ten years earlier. So it was in a modern, if not postmodern style, although perhaps someone might prefer to speak of the eclectic style of the early 2000s . So it was all corners and edges….oh, but the great villa had also chimneys in a shape of a three sided prism.
To access the large...
There's something wrong with the room. I'm not completely sure what it is, but I know that something isn't right, and it's giving me a headache.
I look under the chair. Nothing is there besides the floorboards. The wood is in pristine condition, with no dust or crumbs to be found on its surface.
How could there possibly be something off about such a clean room?
But, perhaps that’s the po...
‘No more!” Kyla screamed. That was the last time she would ever fall for another stupid guy. Kyla threw the bedroom door shut behind her and fell onto the bed. Her muscles screamed with the tension of the evening. Kyla burrowed her face within the folds of her pillow and let the tears she had fought so hard to hold back, stream down her face. It wasn’t long before the pillow was drenched with the liquid of her sorrow.
Pete...? Yeah. You totally look like a Pete, I'm gonna call you that. Nice to meet you…So, let me tell you my story. I have always been a lucky person. My motto for life is to go with the flow and trust your instincts.(Noise of a chair being dragged)Even when I'm doing things that others would say is a bad idea, everything turns out perfectly. Do you know that old crazy cat lady in the neighborhood...
I wonder if it's actually anyone's ambition to join the circus. I know it wasn't mine; and yet, here I am. I am the premiere psychic at Madame Malraux's Moonlight Circus, a troupe of individuals—or freaks, as we are often affectionately called—who perform in the bayous of New Orleans. We never perform during the day, hence the name "Moonlight Circus." Our audience consists mostly of tourists with too much money, emptying their wallets and clawing their way to the front to get a glimpse of the bizarre. Madame Malraux says peo...
I was awakened without warning in the dark predawn.
It wasn’t the familiar slow ascent from Morpheus’ embrace, but rather a sharp jolt, similar to that of being torn by force from the depths of a nightmare. I was used to recollecting my dreams with vivid clarity, especially in the few seconds after waking up, but this time there were no leftover images from the Dreamscape. Only the unbroken darkness of d...
Audrey Morgan was a court stenographer. She mostly transcribed for family courts bouncing between Judge Bosch and Judge Scully, and on occasion Judge Thomason who would borrow her from time to time. Audrey had been on the job for almost ten years and had heard seen it all. She would often say to her husband " In family court there are no rules." or "I wouldn't wish family court on my worst enemy."
[Note: MINUS/PLUS is from the perspective of “PRESENT DAY”]~~~~ ~~~~MINUS 6 MONTHS | London, UK:Harry wakes up one morning, with a throbbing headache (which he’s been having on and off for around 4 years), with a gut feeling that he’s not really himself. It’s almost as if his entire personality has changed; some totally different character that he doesn’t recognize that was now in-control of him, becoming his de-facto dominant persona.He simply couldn...
“They’ll believe whatever I tell them.”
Dominic walked through the door to the hotel and paused short of the mirror to check his hair. He smiled as he ran a hand through his dark, slicked-back hair. His brown eyes held a cunning few noticed, and few did. A deep sigh from the phone reached his ear.
He shook his head. “Jack, don’t sigh at me. I’m only giving them what they want.”
There’s a spot of blood on the dog’s right ear.
Scout, Sheila’s pride and joy, is so unnerved by her erratic driving that his little body flits about only long enough for her to notice the red dot in her rear view mirror, but not long enough for her to snatch him up and examine where the blood could be coming from or whether or not it belongs to her. Her hand is still bandaged and gripping the steering wh...
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