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Marigold Blues
The grand opening of Tailyour Stories and Coffee Shoppe is just two weeks away, and there is so much left to do. Dom is looking for Nate. My mother is trying to get me to talk to Sarah. She can jump in the lake as far as I’m concerned. I am sitting in the middle of the store sorting gifts for the shelves getting more flustered by the minute. Nothing seems to be going right today.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
A MARIGOLD, I PRAY TO BE.
“What you say about the dead make sure you say about the living”, the man at the podium spoke loud and clear. “You know, you say love is love, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they are all just words”, he continued. Nesim looked around, the whole place had their heads bowed, tears streaming down their face, he did not know any of them, yet his heart was being torn from his chest. The man continued “Life does not wait for the dead to arrive, and you my friends should be no different, tomorrow is a new day and there are no yesterdays, just some other day, a long-time ago we shared in this journey of life”.
By Rebecca Clarkson5 years ago in Fiction
The 8-tol Project
"The 8-tol Project was an idea of my mind. It was meant to be used for deep sea research, but the oil companies were the ones who flipped the bill. So I caved to provide a good home for my family. My name is Kal Rivera; top of class MIT engineering graduate, under contract with Exxon Mobil for its inception.
By Sunday Gracia5 years ago in Fiction
Black Moon
He was born when the Sun wrestled Gemini and fiery Leo loomed on the horizon. The stars never promised him much, the way he saw it. Maybe they held the backdrop of the universe in place, or maybe they were random balls of gas floating around waiting to collide. Maybe they were the whispered secrets of the gods, complex codes for understanding the past and predicting the future, but he found that theory amusing, at best.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Fiction
An Apple A Day
My grandma packed my grandfather’s lunch everyday, and mine when the time came for me to go to school. Usually, a turkey and cheese sandwich, his with mayo and mine without, a bag of potato chips, an apple and two quarters settled at the bottom. I bought a soda with those quarters on the first day of school of each school year to establish myself, set the tone. Most kids in school didn’t pack soda, mainly juice boxes or water, if their mom was a health freak. I was one of the only kids who had a soda. I would stop at the corner store on the walk to school, buy a can, and reveal it at the lunch table, you would think I pulled a bunny out of my hat based on the reactions.
By R.A. Moseley5 years ago in Fiction
Morning Prayer
MORNING PRAYER: ‘I don’t want to write anymore!’ I said pounding my fists into the ground, scratching my fingernails into the cement like dirt. ‘I just need to get to China’. I punched the yard and pushed the empty liquor bottles away from me and fell to my knees, bent over, praying to the east. Clawing my way to freedom.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The odd quirk
Obsideon woke up to urgent pounding on the front door. “Mr. Brown? It’s Unice and Garry from next door.” Obsideon groaned, he felt as if he’d been ambushed by a cheap bottle of vodka. He inched his hands along his face, gauging the damage, his eyes smarted when he got to his left temple, damage was minimal, but it still hurt like a…
By Creice Vere Emrin Valeti5 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Secrets and Metatron's Gift!
"Come Harmonia", Beckha ushered as the white crested sea eagle, flew above her. She noticed Harmonia held a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper in the grip of his talons. Beckha was out in her garden, communing and singing with her adornment of trees, flowers, and birds on that sunny yet fresh morning when Harmonia appeared. It was the light breeze that came up and brushed past her when she looked up and saw Harmonia approaching. In her garden, Beckha knew there was nothing more beautiful than her own creation of heaven, here a place where she could just lay in the arms of nature and everything she touched, smelt, tasted and felt was blissful beauty and whispers of The Beloved’s love. She delighted in orgasmic wonder as Harmonia circled and circled, each circle like the gentle caress of The Beloved’s hand across her beckoning body. Beckha watched as Harmonia descended toward her, their eyes gazing deep, Harmonia seeming determined, like Beckha was his next prey. However, Beckha knew Isaiah 40:28-31, and there were many rooms in my father’s house, to which Beckha lived now, all from the safety of her heart; she knew she was safe as Harmonia got closer and closer. Beckha smiled as Harmonia swerved just missing her, as he gracefully swooped to the side. The suspicious package dropping right before her feet. Beckha then laughed, "I've missed you Harmonia". Harmonia was Beckha's ally and messenger of the higher realms, however this suspicious package wrapped in brown paper, were not usually how messages arrived.
By Rebecca Clarkson5 years ago in Fiction
