Andrea Cummings
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Legacy
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but Timberly Evans knew that her daughter Ashlyn did, as she felt her daughters heart wrenching cries reaching her ears and heart. As the mother travelled rapidly through the wormhole of light, memories sped past her, sucking her into an unknown dimension. Timi, as her family called her, was enveloped with the joy and pain of her life, as well as her ancestors. Some were sweet and beautiful memories, while some were very dark and painful, each meshing together to make a patchwork life that was her own. Cradled in the warm light, Timi allowed each memory that begged to reawaken enter her conscious, as she relived each moment as if it had just occurred. The first was one that she had not personally, but Timi wondered was it perhaps of a former life, or maybe the first piece of the puzzle in the mystery of her family’s ancestral secret.
By Andrea Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Hide & Seek
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “That’s bizarre”, Chelsea thought to herself while walking her schnauzer before turning in for the night. The teenage girl knew that the cabin had been abandoned for at least ten years.
By Andrea Cummings4 years ago in Fiction
A Simple Summer
I grew up during the end of a simple time. You played all day, drank water from a hose and stopped only long enough to use the bathroom before running back out to freedom. It was a time where parents did not have to worry about their children playing outside. The only thing that mattered to the grownups was that the first streetlight did not beat the kids home. When I was a child nothing excited me more than those two months of reprieve from schoolbooks and homework. Every day of summer break I would wake up early, eat a bowl of corn flakes, watch the morning cartoons, and rush out the house to gather my friends. After the squad was assembled – with playing cards in the spokes, we rode to the woods. After finding the perfect spot, we would hide and seek in nature – unfazed by the increasing sweltering heat. Most of all it was a season of barbequed everything. From hot dogs, hamburgers, sausages, ribs- if you could grill it, it was eaten. The barbeques were a staple of summer; especially because moms and dads did not want to add extra heat to the house from cooking indoors. It was not uncommon to have one or more people cooking outside daily. The delicious smell of meat wafted through the air, making your mouth water at the thought of a hot dog nestled in a soft bun- snapping between your teeth when you took that first bite. The juicy grilled hamburger with cheese called to you- begging to be consumed and washed down with an ice-cold glass of Country Time or Red Kool Aid. Paired with the sides of summer, it complemented the decadent meat feast. To this day I am still nostalgic when I take my first bite of potato salad, baked beans, and baked macaroni and cheese when I barbeque in the summer.
By Andrea Cummings4 years ago in Feast
