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Letters to Maria Rose
Sandy Perkins sank into the office chair at his desk. He pulled a box of stationery and writing utensils from the bottom drawer. He dipped his pen into the well of ink and masterfully swiped a greeting onto the heavy stationery. Dear Maria Rose Ellison…The Perkins house had been a witness to many such a letter, each with the same delicate handwriting and addressed to the same delicate woman. Sandy Perkins was a patient and determined man.As he wrote, Sandy willed himself to get lost in his most recent proclamation of love. No more ex-Mrs. Perkins. No more ungrateful children. No more curling ...
Impeccable Timing
“Time… 11:43am, precisely 54 seconds ticking forward. Place… my house, everything seems to be normal”. She looks around her surroundings, out the dusty window. The dial continued to tick forward, letting her know what exact time it was. She must have not done the science quite right. Looking through the right window, the trees had seemed to have the same exact placing. There was still a pile of rubbish overflowing out of the trashcan. She leaned over her shoulder and still saw the mailbox covered in moss, leaning over in a perpetual state of almost decay. Sighing, she let her head fall on the ...
Summer Night Secrets
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It had the same shade of blue paint that now reminded her of stolen innocence. The same stark white shutters to round of the secret that the people inside the house lived with for so many years. The www.onedoor.ccsecret they all stilled lived with and would die with, if they knew what was good for them.She didn’t exactly know what she was doing back here. It was stupid really and she would tell whoever came up with the idea that she thought so. The whole reason for them not being friends anymore is so no one would...
building Bridges
“Building Bridges”Mountains of colorful leaves glimmer in the golden rays bursting over the horizon. Anna watches the clouds navigate through an impenetrable crystal blue sky. Her right thumb rubs the edge of her second cup of coffee this morning. Autumn, Anna softly whispers, lazily relaxing on her chair as she stretches her elegant legs.Anna ambles out onto the cabin's wrap-around deck, with a slow intake of breath of the view. In the distance, Anna watches the rustling of leaves that carpet the ground. Shielding her eyes, Anna muses to herself, “What is it?” She said out loud. Quickly roo...