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A Heart Annihilated
He stared at the open locket; one half held a woman and the other a younger female. The man pulled it close to his heart and hugged it tightly. An arm lifted, it brought it to his lips. Tender kisses to each side preceded him closing the two metal halves. He slipped the heart shaped trinket over his neck and onto his chest. Whispered words of affection floated away on his breath.
By Seth Butterfield5 years ago in Fiction
Malodorously 2012
(Two men stand side by side as only one speaks. Horrid sounds and noises of people screaming and the chaos that ensues down the valley, only miles from them, creep up to the mountain top like ‘devil dogs’ announcing their near presence. The elder speaks to his much younger disciple. The younger of the men, just eagerly and intensively listens as the elder speaks…...)
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket Full of Dreams
The cross hairs are aimed squarely between his shoulder blades. I could end this threat right now. He’s fishing in my pond. The pond she and I had built the first week we settled here. Now there are more voices. More strangers are approaching the pond.
By Jeff Cochran5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
As he stared out across the remnants of the city, the wind swept through the derelict monoliths of days gone by. They reached ever upward, even as nature sought to reclaim what was once her own. The buildings screamed silently, unlike the wind that passed around their forms. An everlasting monument to mankind’s hubris. Even in death they stood as a perverse mockery of what once was. This place was now a grave and he had no business paying any respects to whatever inhabitants may have lingered there.
By 5 years ago in Fiction
Redlands
Twenty-eight years. That is how long Eilis Bridgeby has fought the pull of the woods before her, with its lush greens and cooling mist. Her clan called it the Wasteland, symbolic for all the opportunities that they would no longer have. She had only wandered near enough to feel the mist a handful of times, each time her fear reminding her not to stray too close, for even now, the beasts snarl, growl, and search for trespassers to prey upon.
By Randie Holdcraft5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket Like No Other
A Very Special Locket My wife and I honeymooned in Ibiza, staying near Es Cavallet, a well-known nude beach. The beach was refreshingly undeveloped. It had a section of beach allotted for nude sunbathing, located near the center of the beach. If you were a more modest soul, such as myself, you could stay on the edges where people mostly just went topless while sunbathing.
By Jennifer L McKeighan5 years ago in Fiction
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Ten-year-old Me dragged from store to store. Momma has to buy her dresses, shoes, wigs and jewelry. I want to do my homework and read books of science, but I have to stand around waiting, bored and ignored. This small jewelry store is the boringest yet. Momma chats with the lone storekeeper lady and looks at ring after ring, necklace after necklace. One low countertop has several necklaces on top of the glass.
By Rick Riffel5 years ago in Fiction
