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Harper's Hill, Chapter 13: A Seat at the Table
Ever since she was a child, Christmas had been Nicole's favourite holiday. She loved the way the snow sparkled, the smell of hot cocoa in the air, and all of the amazing emotions she felt when she spent time with her family.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Game of Hearts
If looking bored was a sport, Miranda would’ve earned first place as she sat at a corner table listening to Eva rattle on about some trivial matter at work. Letting the words to the music take over, she drowned out Eva’s complaints and nodded in agreement now and then.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
Vanishing Act - Part 1
“Your free,” Kat whispered. “I’m free?” Slowly wrapping her arms around me, she kissed me softly on the lips. Closing my eyes, I held her a little tighter, melting in the warmth of her embrace. For a moment or two, my pain and disappointment slipped away, like sand in the top of an hourglass.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happiness
It was a charming and cleverly executed deception. "Which drowned Benjamin's dream world in the dark depths of the ocean." The world that he was living with opened his eyes and consciousness from his soul, but a storm of greed blew away everything.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
I Want an Outside Perspective
Introspection comes so naturally and overthinking is so familiar that I can get stuck mentally spinning all too easily, looking at my own thoughts from every possible perspective. Surely after thinking on something the way I’m in the habit of doing I can trust I have an accurate picture of the thing.
By Find FLOEabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost Battles
A cold and dark night at a bar, and a young man walks in wearing a green three piece suit and heads to the counter for a drink. The bartender behind it briefly stares at him, seeing that he recognised him. The young man starts to light a cigarette.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Chapters
When some mornings are hot
It's 00:49 am, Saturday early morning in my part of the world. I've been tossing and turning in my sleep and now I'm fully awake, cannot go back to bed. It's hot and I'm sitting, imagining how it would really feel to take a good dive in Wara Kolo (name of our river).
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Chapters
Work In Progress
Wisps of sunshine, lingering in anticipation of twilight, filtered softly through the cracked blinds in Chloë’s room. She shifted again in the bed. After what seemed a few days, her hips and back were complaining, loudly and long, about this forced incarceration. Had it been three days, or four? Or five? No matter the length, it had been far too long.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Epilogue
William Shakespeare wrote plays tracing the histories of seven of England's kings, some celebrated and others maligned. But during Elizabeth I's long reign, he did not pen a single play about any Tudor monarch. He wrote his only Tudor play - Henry VIII - ten years after her death and three years before his own.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Act I, Scene I
When I taught in the English department at the Naval Academy, my office was across the hall from a professor who specialized in Elizabethan and Jacobean era literature and music. Every summer break she would spend happily ensconced in the Parker Library medieval manuscript collection at the Corpus Christi College in Cambridge.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Act II, Scene II
ACT II. SCENE II. Sir Francis Bacon stands with the Baron Burghley in his library. A servant enters and announces the arrival of the Queen's ladies in waiting to see to her comfort and arrangements. Sir Francis nods and he exits.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
Seeing and Not Seeing
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Chapters