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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Norma's Clouds
Every night at midnight the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. No one else ever seemed to notice them, but they always mesmerized Norma. She would stare out the window at night and watch them in the pale light of the moon as they flitted around twisting into beautiful shapes reminiscent of powerful dragons, ships of exploration, majestic castles, graceful ballerinas, and a thousand other things. She imagined herself floating among the wispy formations flying on the back of a fire breathing beast, perched in the crow’s nest of a creaky wooden vessel, gazing out from the window of the tallest tower, spinning and leaping on her tippy toes, or embarking on many other adventures. She would whisper her gratitude to the clouds at night, grateful for the momentary escape from reality before drifting off to sleep where the purple clouds wrapped her in their comforting embrace and pulled her deeper into her imagination until morning.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Fiction
Final Farewell
"If the walls could talk what stories they'd tell," Josie thought as she walked through the familiar front door. It felt strange to be here again after so many years. Everything had changed, the furniture was gone, the pictures no longer hung on the walls, the smell of fresh baked bread didn't permeate the air. Yet, everything felt exactly the same.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Fiction
L'Enfer Du Paradis
I couldn't tell you how I got here. I wasn't whisked away by fairy dust or tornados. I didn't crawl through a looking glass or a wardrobe. Nope, it was nothing like that. One minute I was sitting at my desk pouring over the latest financial reports and the next thing I knew I was sitting in soft white sand. The constant rumble of my Co-workers chatting and typing suddenly stopped, replaced by the gentle sound of waves crashing on the shore. The soft glow of an afternoon sun replaced the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights. Rather than the stiff and uncomfortable pantsuit I'd put on this morning, I was now wearing a lightweight white sundress that flowed elegantly to my bare feet and tied at my neck, leaving my shoulders to be kissed by sunshine.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Fiction
