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Hate The Date
A red neon sign blinked ‘Jays Pub and Grill,’ bathing the jammed parking lot and the interior of Olivia’s sedan in a pulsating crimson glow. She paused with her hand on the ignition key and her beautiful face contorted as she glanced around. This is not how she imagined their first date would be. She had met Aaron at a business leadership conference and they had been chatting on different social media platforms for several months now. As she took in her surroundings, it was evident that he hadn’t been paying attention to anything she said to him. She thought she had finally met someone that ...
A Captain's Heart
Present DayThe wind blew across the deck of the Blackbird. The young man at the wheel took a deep, long breath of the fresh air. The wind blew through the dark greenish-blue water and brushed the tops of the swelling white waves. It caught in the red and white sails of the ship and tossled the young man’s dark hair. 12 Years Ago“Come here son.” Captain Blackbird beckoned to the shy young boy with dark curly hair. The boy stepped forward, closer to the wheel and the Captain. “Do you see that ocean? The choppy water, the schools of fish. The water is alive, it is full of life. And this ship is a...
Welcome Home Soldier
Thunder rang out like deafening gunshots and lightning soared across the skies, its purple hues casting eerie shadows. Most people would have been huddled in their house, waiting out the storm, but not her. For the rebellious teenager, storms were tranquility and peace, her time to be outside with nobody else around. Until the day he walked into her life.Raindrops pelted her skin, pasting her red and silver curls to her tanned complexion. Torrents threatenwww.onedoor.cced to flatten her to the red dirt under her bare feet. Her green eyes pierced through the darkness that seemed to consume her very being. “I...
Seasons
My heart skips a beat as I witness for myself this magical moment. Up until now, I had believed that ‘heaven’ was a place, located somewhere atop the puffy, white clouds, with snowy-feathered doves singing along melodies of the harp as they welcome the purest of souls into a lifetime of eternity. But it is this moment that makes me realise, how heaven is just an abstract state of beauty found in the simplest of things, but treasured eternally by the blessed eyes of the beholder. There’s truly nothing unique about an aisle archway decorated with dangling white calla lilies and engulfed by the s...