Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Premonition
It was a normal day when Zoe awoke. She got up, brushed her teeth, showered, and dressed for work as usual. Before heading out the door of her loft apartment, she stopped in the small kitchen to enjoy a cup of coffee and a piece of buttered toast. It was while she was sipping her coffee that she remembered the dream.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Time
The day was a formidable one at best with the downpour of rain and the occasional streaks of lighting that stretched across the expanse of the skies as well as the ominous rolls of thunder. Looking out the large window that practically covered the entire wall of one side of the den, Piper yawned and relaxed, sinking deeper into the cushions of the comfy sofa, the book she was reading perched on her chest. It was such a dreary day that she could not help feeling sleepy yet again even though she’d slept later than usual that morning.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
La Mort des Apparences
“We have plenty of time,” Zelda said, reaching across the space betwixt she and her husband of eighteen years. She lovingly caressed his forearm in an attempt to assure him that his despondent thoughts were due to nothing more than the gloomy weather that had filled the day.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Therein
The dream had been ongoing for nearly six months, reoccurring at least once a week, but sometimes more. Despite the repetition of it, Zoe didn’t know what the dream meant, but she knew that her subconscious was obviously attempting to make her aware of something. Each time, she awoke in a profuse sweat and immediately tried to jot down specifics about it, but the dream was nearly always identical in nature and no real conclusions were drawn.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The White Bull
Sophie liked to explore. She loved making her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her today in favor of shopping, but Sophie would rather trek through the woods than pick out a new outfit anytime.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
El Amor. Top Story - August 2021.
Mariposa sat at the small table in a café in Tarragona, Spain, patiently awaiting her date's arrival and hoping he would appear soon. Tarragona, though somewhat small, was a busy city due to the bullfights, and it was possible that Santiago had been delayed by unforeseen events since he worked at the Tarraco Arena where the bullring was located. Mariposa reassured herself he would arrive shortly. He had promised her that tonight would be a very special evening. The two had known each other for a year, but they had never been on an actual date until this evening.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
“To err is human; to forgive, divine.” – Alexander Pope The desire for revenge is a built-in facet of human nature, and science leads us to the conclusion that the capacity for forgiveness, like the desire for revenge, may be yet another facet of human nature. Forgiveness and the lack of forgiveness can be akin to a double-edged sword, and each cuts thus. If one does not forgive, it only serves to eat away at one's essence, like a stonecutter’s hammer and chisel, slowly chipping away at the large slab of marble. But to forgive also deeply cuts into one’s armor or marbled essence, leaving a long lasting scar as it is not an easy thing to achieve, especially under the worst of circumstances. Herein lies the story of true forgiveness, attained when it was previously thought to be lost or unattainable – a double-edged sword disposed of by melding it in the hottest of fires or by bestowing it upon someone like the Lady of the Lake in Excalibur for safe-keeping. Each is an action that will serve as a protective measure to safeguard one’s being and everlasting dignity. Speaking with the conviction of experience, to do so will surely set one free and create a feeling more divine than nearly any other fathomable thing.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
The year was 1910, and it was a cold winter’s night. Arthur sat before the fire, rocking and smoking his pipe as he listened to the giggles of excitement that came from the next room where eight of his ten children slept. The youngest two, twins, were already asleep in he and his wife’s bedroom. His wife, Anna, was with the eight older children, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to calm them so that he could begin his annual Santa Claus masquerade. He shook his head. She certainly had her work cut out for her. What child wouldn’t be filled with excitement on Christmas Eve? She might have to threaten them within an inch of their lives to achieve such an endeavor. Arthur laughed softly under his breath at the thought.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Window
Sophie loved exploring. She made her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her today in favor of shopping, but Sophie would rather trek through the woods than pick out a new outfit anytime.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
