All These Years_Accused_White Lobster_The Ashes Remaining
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All These Years
Who would have guessed that October could be so cold?The thought had crossed his mind that morning, as he set out for work. He had noted the wind against his weather-worn cheeks, the stinging chill of the car handle against his bare fingers, and the frigid breeze blowing about his gradually greying hair. He didn’t mind though, he liked the cold. He liked all seasons for that matter, but he had a particular soft spot for winter and its beauty, a beauty pure and delicate like the snowflakes which blanketed the earth. Where he had grown up, snow didn’t exist. He sat in the dentist’s office, in hi...
Accused
“Hey Vinny, get your head outta your butt and catch the ball next time.” I yelled.“Oh yeah, how bout ya put a throw on my chest, Joey!”Vinny and I played baseball every Sunday in the lot beside the middle school. Sure, there were only two of us, but our imaginations placed all-time greats like Babe Ruth and Shoeless Joe Jackson on the weed infested diamond. “Hey whadda ya say we do a homerun derby?”“Joey, you know I’d kick your butt and you’d pout the rest of the day.”It was on. I grabbed a stolen hair pin from my backpack and jogged over to the equipment shed down the third base line. The equ...
White Lobster
I like to search for treasures in the sand. I walk up and down the beach with my handheld metal detector and wave it back and forth, listening for beeps. It's soothing, and it gives me a chance to think.The metal detector was a gift from my wife, Sienna. She gave it to me for my fortieth birthday because she said I needed a hobby. She also hoped that maybe I'd find something valuable. Once in a while, it pays off. It's amazing how much jewelry people lose on the beach. Last Tuesday, I found two dollars and seventy-eight cents, a broken digital Casio wristwatch, a bunch of bottle caps, three on...
The Ashes Remaining
www.onedoor.ccHer entire life she had devoted herself to keeping her father's legacy alive. Now that it was nothing but ash, she didn't know who she was, who she was supposed to be. Her father always spoke about freedom, but she realized as her thirties were approaching. She was lied to, it was heart-wrenching to come to the conclusion she was as gullible as the diluted followers who hung to her father's broken promises. It was late, she didn't sleep well, the past constantly haunted her. Her actions were unforgivable but yet some had found it in their hearts to do so. She didn't believe them, she believed...