Posted at 10:26 pm , on October 21, 2019
Anticipation has been building with the expectation of dreams come true. Hot on the trail of life-changing events, obstacles have been overcome. Now, the knowledge of what is within ignites curiosity. As the time approaches, breath is held and eyes a fix unblinking.
“What will be her name?”
Posted at 10:13 pm , on October 20, 2019
Hugh awoke in darkness. Had he heard something? He lay still, straining to listen. Were those footsteps? His heart beat faster. The tread of heavy footsteps came up the stairs. Hugh tried the light – empty clicks. His heart raced as he yanked open the door. Light flooded the stairway – empty.
Posted at 3:00 pm , on October 19, 2019
This was no stick-in-your-back-pocket y-shaped wood. Sure, if you looked closely enough, you could see the trademark y-shape in the metal under the grip. However, this gadget had an arm-brace that you slipped through before grasping to aim. Real leather cupped the projectile which hurtled into its target. My sling!
Posted at 8:30 pm , on October 18, 2019
Among the crowd, he stood out. Most obviously, he was much taller – the tops of all others’ heads came up to the middle of his chest. Thus, his head was constantly bent downwards at an awkward angle. Others chattered – he strained to listen. Even surrounded this way, he was alone.
Posted at 11:55 pm , on October 17, 2019
Every Christmas, my mother would get me an ornament. That last time, I chose nearly a year in advance, knowing my mother would remember. After she passed, it wasn’t that I expected it to be there. Still, I looked. Only then did I know in my heart she was gone.
Posted at 9:10 pm , on October 17, 2019
Appreciating the breeze beneath the summer sun, bare feet explore the meandering stream. Running through fragrant fields, lungs fill. Quietly observing, cupped hands protect colorful wings. Climbing high, ears listen to the birds’ songs. Born in the country, in land untouched, a heart is free to live in the wild.
Posted at 8:54 am , on October 16, 2019
Like most, it began like any other. However, there was something different – something unseen yet felt. Thus the first telling. Imaginations were sparked. The story grew. Minds were impressed. The tale spread further and reached the ears of a multitude. Each telling, the story grew richer. The legend was born.
Posted at 12:00 pm , on October 15, 2019
It started innocently enough. Lush greens to hide the harsh metal chain link fence. Years added height, as well as filling in the gaps. Trimming along the top and a little on the sides took place to keep it nice. Then years added more height and width until completely overgrown.
Posted at 9:54 am , on October 15, 2019
The air held an icy crispness. A full moon shone above the trees surrounding the small clearing. Snow had settled over all things early in the night. The ground cover sparkled in pristine smoothness. Within the woods, small scavengers could be heard rustling about. In the clearing, all remained still.
Posted at 10:00 pm , on October 13, 2019
The dark-tinted car window slid downwards. A thin bronzed hand extended outward, flicking the wrist. Ashes fell from the rolled paper and were caught in a small gust of wind. As the window slid back upwards, glowing ash wisped into the car. Closed within, unnoticed, the ash ignited once more.