As a child, my favorite season was summer. I remember being young, perhaps six or seven, and my grandmother, my brother, my sisters and I would go to an orchard several miles away to pick peaches. We could have bought them at the supermarket, but store bought peaches were never as good as fresh ones. Picking peaches was yearly ritual until I was in my earl...
Chapter Thirty-three -- The End of the Journey Vesna spent the next day riding west through thick forests, and the day after that riding north. Whenever she was not worried about simple survival she pondered a growing question in her mind: Home...what exactly was home? After ten years of wandering she was no closer to knowing the answer than when she starte...
"So You're a stripper now, huh?" Zach asked as we wandered down the aisle of the supermarket. "Yep." I picked up a melon and dropped it into the trolley, as odd as it sounds Chris and I had moved into a big four room apartment with Zach and Scott. Things were working out pretty well, although we had to watch out for being too loud or the neighbours complai...
It was late summer - a miserably hot, humid season in the city. The fact that I was stuck at an outdoor baby shower for someone I barely knew compounded my unhappiness. Even in a seersucker skirt and white V-neck t-shirt, I was sweating freely in the sticky afternoon heat. One saving grace was that there was plenty of wine (I'd brought a few bottles myself a...
I've included the last couple of paragraphs from the last chapter just so it makes sense on its own. ------------------------------------------------- Parking a short distance away from the farm address she had been given she set off to walk up to the farmhouse with her heart beating in her chest like a jack hammer. It was a fresh spring day and a mixture...
Chapter One -- The Apple Thief Danka Siluckt woke up before sunrise, as always. She carefully got out of her bed to avoid disturbing her younger sister, Katrínckta. She cast her sibling a resentful look, irritated that Katrínckta got to sleep in most days, a privilege she couldn't ever remember having. Danka stumbled around in the dark, trying to grope fo...
He was close. The telltale sign gripped his body mercilessly. The dream grabbed hold of him and held him hostage, forced to relive the day that changed his life so long ago. The sun was particularly strong; its heat beat down upon him while he was walking to the nearby store, casually strolling down the sidewalk. As he finished crossing a small street, a str...
A note from the author: This story was inspired by a song of the same title. Special kudos as always to michchick98, my editor; along with baddaddy42 for introducing that song to me. To my readers, thanks for reading me, I hope you enjoy! * An early morning rap upon the door awakened Padraig from a sound sleep. "Ah bloody hell, who could it be at this...
Right from an early age I have always had a passion for photography. There's nothing I like better than to traipse around the countryside looking for good landscape shots or architectural constructions that are aesthetically pleasing and would make good photographs. Of course, I also enjoy photographing people. Family portraits and photographs of grandchildr...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...