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The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
Snowman
This is a story for the Vocal "Weekend Getaway" Challenge which you can read about below. We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. This was a weekend in the middle of nowhere, me, my partner and kid and the dog.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Miracle Box
Today, like every day for the past year, Judy Trudeau had gone to visit her ten year old son, Timmy, in the hospital. He was in a coma, and she had been visiting almost every day to talk to him. She prayed and begged for him to wake up. He was hit with a baseball while at a game with his father, and even though she knew she shouldn’t blame John, she did. She grabbed Timmy’s hand and started talking.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Deep Blue
A dull SPLASH followed by a gush of water as Bill dived into the large coral reef tank of the aquarium. He then gently submerged himself closer to the bottom of the 25 feet depth over to the sandy lagoon inhabited by the most hauntingly beautiful giant rays as he felt his body temperature slowly drop.
By Arsal Asal3 years ago in Fiction
Happiness Vs. Success
James Elliot, a reporter for the National Globe, teased Charles Goodwin while interviewing him, “you are successful, wealthy, and smart, yet none of your four children have followed in your footsteps. Why not? It doesn’t bother you that you have no heirs to take over your life’s work when you die? Everything that you have created, where will it go?”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
