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The Country Life 3
She looked a little over 40 when they met, and a little over 40 still. He, on the other hand, was now taller than she, a little over 40 himself, and feeling much older. He was tired, and sad once again, and he found himself glad to be back in the restful kitchen with its soft glow.
By El Maclin3 years ago in Fiction
The Mind of A Child Part One
The children arose like clockwork, oftentimes getting up before their parents. Some kids milk it and do everything to stay asleep. At times they work even harder to try and stay asleep. It's like a part-time job they have. We forget what might be going through the minds of our children; their struggles, their friendships, and the things they see. Their experience is lost on some of us, but it's not all over. We can put ourselves in their shoes and their wonderful minds.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
The Country Life
He stood still in the gate, one foot on grass and one on gravel, a statue of himself. His stomach was ice and he shivered, even in the hard Tennessee heat. Over his shoulder the last of the sunset stretched above the cotton fields, golden bronze and deep red. A new sickle moon hovered in the gathering dark, pale white and deep blue against the flaring colors below.
By El Maclin3 years ago in Fiction
I dreamt I was a rabbit
That night, I dreamt of rabbits. Not your average dream where there’s just a rabbit or two off to the side, but a full dream about rabbits.
By Jolene Poulin3 years ago in Fiction
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
By Syeda Ayesha Arshad3 years ago in Fiction
Snow'den
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The curve jutted out on the right where a pine tree sat beside the road. It led to the left where it swooped up again. We could see the cabin in the distance when I suddenly woke up inside the living room. The fireplace was roaring before me. I lifted my head as I laid clung to the floor, barely able to raise my hand.
By Lolly Paige Lennox3 years ago in Fiction
Weekend rental
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Will had planned the getaway for him and his wife Sara to break the news to her that he had been fired again.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Fiction
Finding R&R
We dove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. We were both relieved we made it. We lost cell phone connection an hour ago, but one of the amenities to this getaway cabin said it had Wi-Fi. Besides, for me, I didn’t care if I had cell phone service or not. It was just good to get away from the hustle and bustle. Carmella was asleep in the passenger seat.
By Kohl Younger3 years ago in Fiction
The Invitation
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." The mountains all around us beautifully wrapped in a blanket of snow. The sun was beginning to set.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)3 years ago in Fiction
John from the Office
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was just my dog and I. I had to get away from my co-workers.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
When you're stuck like glue
I begrudgingly drank from a stained glass mug. The contents were supposed to be closer to juice but came out thick and lacked viscousness. The color was also a dulled smoggy brown. The taste seemed muted, with hints of dusty blandness. Laughter erupted in waves in the shanty tavern my cohort and I have settled in. The floors creaked under the slightest pressure of the people’s heels. Once their toes slammed down on the dusty boards plumes of sandy dust billowed up. I had to keep moving locks of my dirty blonde hair out of my face. Barely even a word had left my lips since we arrived, meanwhile you hadn’t stopped talking since you entered.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Fiction
Boxed In
Routine, monotony, predictability--it makes the heart happy. Wake up. Stretch. Breakfast. Brush your teeth. Shower. Get dressed. Make-up, hair. Ready for the day. Read in the sun room. Read in the kitchen. Lunch with Arnie. Read in the sun room. Dinner. TV. Brush your teeth. Bed.
By l.j. swann3 years ago in Fiction