Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Heather on the Moors. Top Story - May 2023.
Her name was Heather, like the heather that was scattered endlessly across the beautiful moors. The moors of Dartmoor called to Heather, both in her waking hours and in her dreams. They beckoned as she slept in the comfortable bed that had once belonged to her parents, and each morning as she awoke, the smell of heather along with a fine mist seemed to permeate the room. She knew well enough, however, that these things were merely the remnants of her dreams that lingered so.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Appearances
Warning: this story contains themes or references to suicide or self-harm. “We have plenty of time,” Zelda said, reaching across the space betwixt herself and her fiancé. She lovingly caressed his forearm in an attempt to assure that his despondency was due to nothing more than the gloomy weather that filled the streets of Paris that rainy day.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Storyteller
I have always been drawn to music. Even at seven years of age, my heart and feet beat joyously to the sound of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite or a Polonaise by Chopin. I am now much older, and over the years, my musical world has evolved to include the Beatles, Cat Stevens, Bruce Springsteen, Jimmy Buffett, Dan Fogelberg, Nirvana, NSYNC, Disturbed, K-Pop Bands, a large assortment of Italian and Spanish vocalists, and many, many others. Gravitating to a diverse array of music has consistently been an avenue I’ve chosen, through good and bad times, and, if for no other reason other than the sheer wonder of music that never fails to resonate deep within, always bringing solace and joy.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Beat
The Goblin
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. With their arrival, came a knowledge of things well beyond the average person’s ken. Such was not the case with Aoife. Even though she had turned sixty-four last October, Aoife still searched the purple clouds each night for she knew they held a mysterious power and could change the pattern of her life. It was only a question of when they would choose to point in her direction and say, “It’s your turn.”
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
