Love
Late-Night Classic Rock Drives
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The chilled breeze that routinely accompanies them makes different melodic sounds as it cuts through the frosted glistening mountain tops, similar to the sound a saxophone makes as air flows through the wooden reed and through its body. The sounds don't necessarily lend to comprise an entire musical movement, but they are pleasant enough to make the purple clouds sway and twirl in the air.
By Jose Antonio Soto3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Clouds at Whisperwind Acres
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night, like clockwork, my son and I would brush our teeth, get into our PJ's, gather our blankets and pillows, and make our way outside to settle in promptly at 11:55pm.
By Erin R. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Story Time
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky…” “Daddy!” Stuart was a tired man with a long day behind him and a longer week ahead of him. But he loved his daughter very much, and he did want to tell her another story about their lives. At that time of the year, the first of the weirdness with their weather would hit them soon, and the town would prepare for the tourists and fairs and carnivals. All the villagers looked forward to it. Her daughter, excited when she saw the calendar flit past the end of the month, ran up to him as he passed through their vestibule, knocking over the umbrella stand and leaping up into his arms. There was no escape for a man who organized those events, especially after looking into those beautiful brown eyes.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
My Brother's Eulogy
# Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every morning at six, the stoic mountains would release a bone shaking yawn. Every afternoon at three, the winds ran through the valley, carrying away doubt and regret in their cool tides. This land was the most reliable companion I ever had. It was always there for me until I wasn’t there for it. Now, it’s gone.
By M.A Rector3 years ago in Fiction
The Chromatic Collectors
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. That meant every night at ten; Meghan’s parents, Jake and Olivia, would go out to the field and prepare their flyer. Even on Meghan’s sweet sixteen, she begged them to stay for the countdown, but the harvest was more important. Now she was eighteen, which meant she would be joining them in the sky.
By Grace Tompkins3 years ago in Fiction
Love in the World of Crime and Deception
Part 1: The Setup The city was theirs for the taking. With their unique set of skills, con artist Jack and thief Mia had been making a killing for years. But they had never worked together, until now. They met in a dark alley, the moon casting eerie shadows on the brick walls.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
The sun was setting as the taxi pulled up to the wrought iron gates of Blackwood Manor. Grace had never seen the estate before, but she could tell from the overgrown hedges and the dilapidated gate that it had been abandoned for years. She had inherited the sprawling estate from her deceased aunt, who she had never met, and she was eager to see what secrets the old mansion held.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. With their arrival, came a knowledge of things well beyond the average person’s ken. Such was not the case with Aoife. Even though she had turned sixty-four last October, Aoife still searched the purple clouds each night for she knew they held a mysterious power and could change the pattern of her life. It was only a question of when they would choose to point in her direction and say, “It’s your turn.”
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
