Faith MaryEllen Caselman
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Dreams
The memory of his embrace still lingers—I can almost feel the closeness of him. I even somehow feel a feeling of not wanting to let him go. I hold my breath, savoring the feeling before the moment breaks, and my alarm goes off, and again I wake up alone.
By Faith MaryEllen Caselman7 months ago in Fiction
Star People
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Clairice married him, hoping they could escape through it, but now she realizes how foolish she was. All she could do was gaze at this other world and long for the day when she could have her freedom. Meanwhile, Morgan had become accustomed to this world and his newfound status. In this world, no one saw the scars from his accident as a child. No one turned away. Being here allowed him to be free from those prying eyes. Here they didn’t see anything but a cosmos. A person’s ‘skin’ per se looked like a galaxy of stars had taken human form—a literal twinkle in someone’s eye. At first, coming here, his eyes were blue and his hair a muddy blonde. No longer did he have the soft shoulder-length muddy blonde hair she remembered. Now it was the darkest black with shimmering constellations. Oh, how she longed to see his ocean-blue eyes again, without the stars. Maybe this spot on her hand was hope that she would again return to the old world and again to the beauty of the quiet cottage that lay just beyond reach. She could see it through the window, a place unknown to her since she had been here so long.
By Faith MaryEllen Caselman3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas At The Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A- frame cabin. My mind floods with memories of being a little girl again screaming, laughing, and playing in the snow. Mom would bound my siblings and I really tight we could scarcely breath. Layer our hands with mittens making sure not an inch of us was left uncovered. Dad would pick up the younger ones and put them front seat of the old blue truck. Us older ones clamored in the back. Off we were. First to haul in wood was, cut, loaded, and unloaded by the back door we would all clamor back in including mom, and go pick out the perfect tree.
By Faith MaryEllen Caselman3 years ago in Families
