Relationships
Hometown Heroes
It is you! You are the hero! You make the difference. You mean something to me. As I read the prompt, I realized that there are several people who have crossed my path over the years who have made a difference in my life. Here are a few of these amazing people.
By Beverly Hernandez4 years ago in Pride
Sherlock Holmes never fell in love.
Before we get started, I’d like to note that Sherlock Holmes is the most frequently adapted fictional character in history. With version upon version, retelling after retelling, potential sequels, extra characters, secret sisters, extraterrestrial and modern day adaptations…...if you can think it up, someone has probably created a Sherlock Holmes reboot to match. And that’s not even touching on the hundreds of characters inspired by or directly based off of this famous detective. So, for the purpose of this piece, I thought it was best to add a disclaimer: These are my opinions. I’m talking about Sherlock Holmes the immortal detective, how I think he was intended to be interpreted, and the themes I see. I’m aware not every retelling fits my interpretation, but I hold the belief that the vast majority of them do.
By Katie woods4 years ago in Pride
Eclipse
She was poetry, the gentle whisper of sweet melodies hummed under candlelight. The gentle flickering embers of a fireplace on a cold winter's night and her skin the freshest driven snow. She was angelic - dancing in the rain, an enigma - An unspoken promise. Her hair was raven, long, soft, and free-flowing. It hung down over her face, hiding an uncompromisable beauty - that could never fade, ever glowing. Her eyes were the stars. The deepest pools grey, cold, icy - glass. Ones that could see through you.
By Abbie Redpath4 years ago in Pride
Dakota's Heart
DAKOTA’S HEART First Crush by V.K. Hubbard The alarm sounded incessantly jarring Dakota from sleep. She pushed the stop button on her phone to quiet it as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Sitting up, she ran a hand through her long, auburn hair, moving it out of her face. Tonight, was the senior prom. She glanced over at the dress, still in its plastic bag, on the back of her door. Sighing, she wished she weren’t going with Jacob. She really didn’t have a choice not to. They had been going together all through high school. It was expected. No one knew they had actually broken up right before Christmas. She sighed again getting out of bed. Oh well, she thought. I have to keep up appearances. She was also aware Jacob wasn’t happy about their situation either. Throwing on her clothes, Dakota headed down to the barn. She figured she had time to get in a quick ride on Queenie before she had to shower and go to her appointments for her hair and makeup. She was lost in her thoughts as she entered the barn. She squealed when Audrey came up behind her.
By V.K. Hubbard4 years ago in Pride
The Bed That Broke Us
How great life can be to the unknowing, or better yet the knowing and unwilling. In the world of a mind unwilling to grasp the reality at hand, anything can be. Happiness is nothing more than the outfit chosen to wear on any said day. On this day the chosen outfit was a wife’s adult women soccer uniform. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie got ready to leave her best on the field. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie’s husband would arrive 30 minutes after the game started due to work. Unlike any other Saturday morning, their worlds would slowly start to unravel and happiness wouldn’t appear as easy as they had made it seem.
By Candice Leigh4 years ago in Pride
The Anomaly
Harlan parked the truck in the lot located about a mile from the cabin. We were in the deep valleys north of Allentown, Pennsylvania, miles away from family, friends, and the Pastor who told me to maintain “self-control.” It was Harlan’s idea to come here; I knew no one would suspect our intentions. I just wanted one weekend where I could let go and be free for once. I reassured myself that it wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t going to go to Hell.
By Brandon Corrales4 years ago in Pride
To the Alter
Shuffle...puff...shuffle...shuffle...pop...pop...Eduardo was pacing back and forth in his room, waiting to be called to the altar. Today was the day, Roman and his wedding day. A day he never thought was going to be a reality given their upbringing in their small town. There were also the bullies, the drifting apart after high school and college, the bullies again at their high school reunion, a public embarrassment, and a nasty divroce. Everything in Eduardo’s life seemed like the odds were stacked against him and against Roman, but they prevalved and won. Won against their small town, won against the bullies, and won when Eduardo was close to losing Roman.
By Oswaldo Gomez Zamora4 years ago in Pride
