Chapter 1. "Pumpkin" -*- Monday, July 18, 2016 -*- -*- Flagstone, Nevada -*- "What the heck am I doing?" Contemplating things (not to mention questioning her sanity), Lindsay Delacroix took a deep, drawn-out breath, and gazed at the stunning adobe-brick home in front of her. Everything appeared the same as it did in all the online photographs she'd stu...
_____________ 21 ____________ Mom hung up the phone and then ushered me into her study with a deafening silence and thick air between us. This was going to be heavy... I'd really fucked up this time. Entering her study, we sat opposite of each other as Mom closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose with the finger tips of her open hand. I'd really...
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Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. Le Coeur du Jardin (The Garden's Heart) My marriage to Gwen needed a boost; our fourth anniversary was coming up soon and something had changed over the past...
"David? Are you doing all right?" "Not really," he said rather quietly. His older sister sat down beside him and said, "It's been nearly four years, David. And you have Sophie to think of. Isn't it time you tried meeting someone?" "In principle, yes. I agree completely. But in reality, I...don't know. I just can't bring myself to get out there and even lo...
Author's Note: This is kind of a long one, but let her dance, and you'll not be sorry. Thanks. **** The Arrival **** The anticipation was the worst part. I couldn't decide if I was excited or nervous, but I definitely felt uneasy. The chair I sat in was surprisingly comfortable, given its lack of arm rests. There wasn't much to do but wait. I stared...
This is my entry in the Pastiches de Oggbashan event, and it's based on his story, Lavender. Thanks for all the great stories, Ogg, and I hope we do them justice! * I never used to believe in clichés. I especially never really believed the A students end up working for the C students -- not until the day I invited Renee to head up our North American office...
NOTE: This is a story from real life recollection. Names and identities have been changed but the actions in this story are from real life recollections. Personally I hope you will enjoy the set of short stories in this. Also I would like to thank HeyAll for helping me edit the story. CHAPTER ONE: A RELATIONAL FOUNDATION The story starts in the dusty a...
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"Excuse me. Do you need some help with that?" he asked trying not to scare her as she grabbed bags from the trunk of her car. "Oh. Hi, there. Um, yes. That would be very nice. Thank you," she said. "Here. Let me grab a couple of those for you," he said as he reached for two of the four paper bags full of groceries she was carrying inside her house. "I kno...