Traveling to join her parents for the holidays, 18-year-old Denise is befriended by Pauline, an elegant 38-year-old professional photographer. Heavy snows disrupt the young woman's travel, and she accepts an invitation to stay at the other's cozy forest chalet. Upon entering she is shocked to see examples of the photographer's work – tasteful pictures of ver...
(For Katie, who knows all) " Do it yourself," I said when my aunt asked me to re-pin the flowers in the buttonhole of her jacket. I could see my mother's startled look. Though she disliked my aunt and knew I was difficult to control at times, she had thought that on Aunt Kitty's wedding day, which at last looked like passing off without too many recriminat...
The wind was especially cold today, Fiona noticed, as she trudged glumly through the early morning chill, headed for another dull day at school. The icy breeze, almost painful against the tiny bit of skin she'd left exposed, whipped her long, dirty blonde hair messily about her pale face, making the poor girl bitterly regret losing her favorite wool knit cap...
It was a dark room sparsely illuminated with automatic, recessed spotlights. An unconscious Madelynn was carried on a gurney to the room by two burly men who positioned her near a rectangular table. Carefully, they lifted her up from the gurney and placed her on the padded table before walking out of the room. A raven-haired female scientist wearing the stan...
*Special thanks to Kayla for editing this for me.* Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about t...
At twenty seven and as my mother's only daughter I was under constant pressure, not all of it subtle, to produce darling grandchildren she could coo over while she was 'still on this earth'. This was invariably accompanied by a hand to her throat as if to imply that any day now she might stop being as strong as a horse and go to her reward. I did wonder if t...
Editor: WhiteWave48 Patrice Mueller couldn't suppress a resigned sigh as she looked around the living room. It wasn't that it was dirty; it was that it looked fine. The whole house looked fine: a tastefully appointed exemplar of a white bread middle class dwelling. It was tidy, warm and cozy without a hint of ostentation. Kind of like how Patty (as everyo...
My father had got used to the idea: his daughter (that is, me), had REALLY "that" problem. But he was keeping acting with me the same way as before. As if I was always his little child. Bearing in mind the fact that I was not a child anymore. When I was really a little child there was my mother with us. And my father loved her, the same way as he loved me...
Kathy? this is for you... I think PROLOGUE: I heard the rustle of leaves first before I become aware of the approaching footsteps. I looked up and watched in trepidation as the sounds draws nearer. Although I couldn't yet see who it is, I know that it could only be one person. I thought of jumping down from the branch I am sitting on and making a run for...
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