A mirror too small_Autumn's Winter_Pleas to the Grove_Ain't Genealogy Great!
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A mirror too small
Celia took one last glance at her reflection in the vanity. She saw herself. Celia, the first daughter of Percy Wetmore. There was no question about that. The hazelnut eyes and curved nose were enough evidence. The real question was if any of that would matter after tonight. She swirled and the lacy edge of her knee-length gown spread themselves out like a disk spinning on a spindle. The crystal gems in her earrings glittered like the diamonds they were designed to look like.“Celia, would you please walk away from that mirror and come assist me down in the kitchen. It’s not my boyfriend that’s...
Autumn's Winter
The crisp air was invigorating as she went for her morning walk through the small acre of wild blackberries and Douglas Fir trees behind her house. The sweet scent of the morning dew permeated her mind, emboldening Olivia’s senses while registering the fine mist surrounding her. Her brisk pace woke her up daily, better than any morning cup of coffee ever could. As she was taking in the damp air, filling her lungs, and on her skin, she paused to pick a few wild blackberries. The tart juice was limited but still attempted to drip from her fingers as she popped them in my mouth. Berries were fa...
Pleas to the Grove
On a late summer night, When stars give no light, Out from the grove, To take a new member, In the full moon of September, You’ll never come back, Once in their cursed pact. That was the saying that every member of Grovetown knew. The tiny town surrounded by farmers’ groves looked upon this time of the year with horrified dread. Shutters were tightly closed as fearful looks were given along with the whispered gossip of who would be taken this year. The Grovemen. That’s what they were called by anyone who knew. Rumor had it that they would visit three inpiduals and hear their pleas to not be ta...
Ain't Genealogy Great!
Ain’t Genealogy Great! (Based on a true story)Walter Hanson was from East Tennessee. He was a proud southern gentleman. Maybe not so proud of the south’s slavery history, but still loyal to the memory of his ancestors. Proud that his great-great-grandfather had fought in the Civil War for the South. Proud of the tombstone in the local cemetery that, while not marking the grave of his progenitor, it did commemorate the man’s loyalty to the south with the inscription, “Jacob L. Arbeiter, Cpl. CSA, 1834 – 1865、”Jacob Arbeiter was a German immigrant who had left Saxony in 1854 at twenty years of a...