Love
Lovers by the Lake Part two
Chapter Two Amy climbed into the small rowboat while Paul held it steady. The lake was not very big, but the shore dropped off sharply. The morning sun reflected off the water, creating surreal patterns of shimmering light on the side of the little boat.
By Bruce J. Spohn4 years ago in Fiction
Love
There once was a wizard. He or she had a type of pet-peeve that excluded his barn owl. It hated burns. "Hello wizard," said the barn owl. "On the nightstand lays a scroll of encouragement." "On the cabinet in the bathroom, near the sink, lays a bathrobe." "Next to the sink I shall commute that there is a small hole of feeding for mice." "Ah! Yes, my barn owl. Do you know the enchantments I have placed on all items in the place of bowel movements?" "The bathroom."
By Alex Stough4 years ago in Fiction
Does he contain all knowledge
She cried. She often wept about her past. A pain she could not erase. She had searched the internet for him. She knew, that you could not return to the past. She knew according to logic he would be married with children, but still she just wanted to know for sure, but the worldwide web had not yielded the answers she had searched for. But did she really want closure or did she want to hold on to the hope. He had been the love of her life. Not the one she had wanted to be a housewife with. Not the one she had once thought she had wanted to marry, but the one she would do anything for. Who she would have stood by through any storm.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Lovers by the Lake
Chapter One Paul opened the tent flap and greeted a new day. He paused, a moment, to enjoy the beautiful gifts nature provided. On the western horizon, the nearly full moon lay bloated and pale. Looking to the east, he marveled at the red, orange, and yellow explosion of predawn glory, heralding the start of a new day. Silently, he stood drinking in the panorama spread before him.
By Bruce J. Spohn4 years ago in Fiction
When We Meet Again
I never liked going to school. Don't get me wrong- I LOOVEEE the concept of school... the learning process itself because I love learning new things.. but I detest the actual part of waking up and getting dressed to walk into a massive building filled with students who seem to have a purpose in life of making my life miserable. It's an art, I tell you that much! But right after Christmas break, I was dreading the day I would be forced to put on my fake smile and walk into those scary halls and repeat the process everyday until I graduated in June.. I was counting the minutes until I could leave Southland High and never look back.... which I must have been counting the days in my head and not paying attention to where I was going because I ran right smack dab into a tree.
By Jason Bozeman4 years ago in Fiction
