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The River
Amelia had lived on the river as long as she could remember. The home had been her great-grandfather’s before it was her grandfather’s and then eventually her father’s. Now it was hers, and the love she felt for it was immeasurable. There was a sentimentality in the home but also a depth of reassurance from the surging, winding river that ran along it, stretching to provide a serenity and sustenance for all who resided nearby.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction
Fruit of Vitality
An old man in a state of near death eats a plump green pear, slumped at the base of an enormous pear tree. The moment he swallows his last bite, vitality returns to him. His thin grey hair becomes thick, shaggy and scarlet red once more, complimenting his fiery green eyes nicely. Colour returns to his skin until he looks like a living person again, and furthermore it tightens up until the wrinkles are erased entirely.
By Lusus Sylvanus Powhatan4 years ago in Fiction
A Favor
"So I need a favor." Anna pulled her hair behind her ear but didn't say anything. She didn't like conversations that started like this. She knew she owed Jason for everything that he did for her, but that didn't mean she should let him walk all over her. Of course he didn't, and sometimes, Anna felt like that was part of the problem. She did look at him to show she was listening.
By Lee Hawkridge4 years ago in Fiction
A Slice of Motivation
My name is Sonia, and l feel alone in this world. I am tired of all the drama. There is too much going on. We have started to pass a pandemic. Mass shootings seem to be happening almost every day. There are movements happening in this world. I am tired, but I am stronger than I have ever been. I thought that I would never recover from my depression. Until this one day that I ate a delicious, perfect chocolate cake.
By Gina R (Gibana)4 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Tower
A woman well into her eighties, Nancy has enjoyed her fair share of sweets in her time. Vanilla slice with thick and creamy filling, her famous caramelised banana split, her Christmas trifle filled with cream, jelly, sponge, custard and a heavy helping of sherry, lollipops, candies, crumbly shortbread biscuits, marshmallows, every Halloween delight under the sun... you name it and she has baked it or eaten it. In fact, her family and friends from the bowling club praise her for her prowess in the kitchen.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
How I Spent my Summer Holiday
It started to rain during the night. It kept on raining, off and on throughout the rest of the week. In one way this was a blessing because the police cars kept coming and going from behind the wall, so we weren’t allowed to go outside. And in another, it gave us the chance to make use of the library.
By Gail Wylie4 years ago in Fiction
Plan A
I find myself in a situation that is unbearable. I was born to an indentured slave who worked for a plantation owner. Slavery was abolished years ago and many slaves found themselves with not enough money to buy land so they were given “jobs” on the plantations where they had been slaves. Some “freed” slaves moved into towns close to the plantations and could not find jobs or housing. Suffering from poverty, some walked into larger towns and found jobs that gave them an apartment near the place they worked. The wages were very low and getting ahead took a lot of patience and determination.
By Don McDougle4 years ago in Fiction
It Wasn't Supposed to End Like This
Did you think love was like a cake lovingly baked through time and error? Did you think measuring out each cup of flour and dusting your face with it would make him stay? Did you think that last birthday cake would secure his affections in a way nothing else could?
By Jillian Spiridon4 years ago in Fiction
Solo
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Jessa, Happy birthday to you. Elsie Doakes led the traditional song, her voice cracking as she stumbled over the third line, much more used to having to rush through three names instead of just the one. Keep it together, she thought to herself. Jessa doesn’t need you to bring things down today.
By Darcy A. S. Thornburg4 years ago in Fiction
