A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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Boxed In: Breaking Through. Top Story - February 2025.
We tumbled a short way into blackness before landing on a cold hard surface. Slowly the room grew lighter until we could see our surroundings clearly. As we looked around there was no longer any sign of the opening we'd come through. We were inside an eight foot cube and all the surfaces were mirrors. On all four walls, the ceiling, and the floor we saw our own reflections continuing on forever as the mirrors created an infinity loop. But slowly the trailing reflections began to change. They were still copies of the two of us, but now they were different scenes, memories of our lives together, and each wall seemed to have its own theme.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Chapters
Fresh Baked Love. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
There was always something baking in Grandma's kitchen. It didn't matter that there was a giant chest freezer in the garage entirely dedicated to frozen cookies, apple dumplings, butterscotch brownies, and, most of all, bread. It would be full to the brim and still the smell of fresh baked cookies or bread would fill her home.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Feast
Boxed In: Nothingness. Top Story - February 2025.
We both jumped to our feet. Instinctively, I reached for his hand. It had been so long since we had touched, I considered pulling away immediately. But he grasped it with fierce protectiveness and my heart skipped a beat at the memory his touch stirred. He once had been my safe place, long ago. I needed that now.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Chapters
Unplugged
The old mountain road wound through stunning passages of deep red and white layered rock, under brilliantly colored canopies of deep green pines mixed with soft chartreuse Aspen leaves, and past the soft tinkling cascades of miniature waterfalls. But in the backseat of the old green Jeep that trundled up the road, Hannah and Greg saw none of the landscape. Both had their faces buried deep in their electronic devices and ears blocked by headphones. While, up in the front seat, Joe listened with rapt attention as Tara pointed out different features and regaled him with tales of exploring these mountains as a young girl.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Fiction
Boxed In: A Night Out Ruined
Looking back, we could have avoided this. There were a thousand decisions and had either of us made a different choice we wouldn't be here. He'd tell you it started with me opening the mysterious box. But no, our problems started long before that. It's been months since we've been able to agree on anything and everything seems to go wrong. It was no different last night.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Chapters
Puppy Love
In the beginning he was just a teeny tiny ball of black fluff. He was nervous and would shake until we picked him up and cuddled him close. We were more than happy to accommodate him. He was the most adorable snuggly thing imaginable. He'd jump about so excited when we brought out the leash and took him for walks. At first, he'd tug and he'd pull then he'd lag behind. Sometimes he'd slip right out of his collar. But we gently taught him to walk right by our side. Soon he learned to stay with us, even without a leash. Though he'd tucker out halfway home and I'd have to carry him back.
By A. J. Schoenfeld12 months ago in Petlife
The Last Sunset. Honorable Mention in Through the Lens Challenge.
It's a little blurry and not the best composition. The sky it captured was not the most spectacular. But this snapshot has become one of my most favorite. When I look at it, I go back to an autumn evening a quarter of a century ago.
By A. J. Schoenfeld12 months ago in Photography
