Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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The Eternal City
I’d finally done it. My heart was bursting with emotions to which I could not lay a name. My lifelong dream had manifested into a reality, and what a wonderful, amazing, and unforgettable reality! I’d waited years for it, and it had not disappointed in the least and was just as I’d always known it would be and had been more fulfilling than anything imaginable – save giving birth to two children – in my lifetime.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
The River
Amelia had lived on the river as long as she could remember. The home had been her great-grandfather’s before it was her grandfather’s and then eventually her father’s. Now it was hers, and the love she felt for it was immeasurable. There was a sentimentality in the home but also a depth of reassurance from the surging, winding river that ran along it, stretching to provide a serenity and sustenance for all who resided nearby.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
Southern Roots
Camilla had lived in the South all her days. She was now twenty-nine years of age and still single, which was an unheard of occurrence in the small Southern town she called home. All of her hometown friends had been married for several years and most were parents of at least two children. Camilla didn’t understand the prerequisite. She’d finished college and decided upon returning home because her mother had been ill, but since doing so, she’d been chastised by family, close friends, acquaintances, and even strangers whom she did not know beyond a nod of greeting, for not ‘settling down’.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Visitor
Meagan had known since she’d moved into the new house one week earlier that she wasn’t alone. Yes, it was a very old house, and yes, she was an empath. She not only picked up on the emotions of living humans but also on the emotions emitted by souls from the other side. It was nothing new, and something she’d experienced since the age of five. The abilities had grown perpetually stronger over the years, and at thirty-five, it was not unusual to sense something out of the ordinary no matter where she was, but especially in an older building.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Rising Like a Phoenix
In the late afternoon each day, Tessa walked the cliffs of Cornwall, looking out upon the vast ocean as she awaited the return of her beloved sea captain. The Trevose Head Lighthouse stood at the ready, able to provide guidance to any incoming ship out on the seas. It had been over a year since she’d seen The Sappho draw near, but she held steadfast to hope as she waited, walking amidst the flower encrusted cliffs high above the lapping ocean’s waves.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Gift
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 Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Parisian Café
Giselle sat at the small table in the Parisian café where she was waiting for her date to arrive. Jacques should be along any time now. Paris was a very busy city, as was Jacques, and it was quite possible he’d been held up by unforeseen events at work. At any rate, she was sure that he would be arriving shortly. He had promised her, after all, that tonight would be a very special first date for the two of them. They had been working together for a year now at the book store, but they had never been on an actual date before this evening.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Heather on the Moors
Her name was Heather, like the heather that was scattered endlessly across the moors. The moors of Dartmoor called to her, both in her waking hours and her dreams. Each night 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 and a fine mist seemed to permeate the room, although she knew well enough that it was merely the remnants of dreams that lingered so.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Joy
Poppy stood in the moonlight, shivering at the chill in the late summer night. Pulling her shawl tightly around her shoulders, she stared at the small stone cottage before her, the heavy branches of the massive oak tree masking her image in the darkness. How she longed to go back inside, but she could not. She must leave and not return. If her mum and siblings knew the truth, for the rest of her life, she and her family would carry the shame. She had done the forbidden: she was going to have a baby out of wedlock.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
The Personification of Chocolate Cake
Zelda had revisited the Prose & Pudding Café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced
For as long as I can remember, I have felt much like the proverbial 'fish out of water' - as though I did not belong in the time or place in which I was born and lived. I can't really explain it other than to say that I have always gravitated to other things, people, and places with a depth and scope of feeling that is inherent in my soul, and yes, even in my body since I feel it through and through to my core. It haunts me and permeates every part of my life, especially as I grow older.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
