A Better Autum_The Sweet Taste of Autumn_Never in a million_Demon in the Woods
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A Better Autum
Write about a family’s first holiday after a parent has gotten remarried, and now there are new faces at the table and new traditions to be honored.Carrie was a worker bee that would have rather been Queen Bee. She worked hard all her adult life, working several jobs at one time to raise her three terrific kids. She was raised to be much more; her parents gave her the best of everything, but she married and had kids young and porced it seemed even younger. Glad for her ability to teach ballet and sell the odd painting, Carrie had to take shifts in other ‘normal’ jobs to make ends meet. The day...
The Sweet Taste of Autumn
As we got into the car in the early morning, anticipating the long ride, we made sure to bring our morning coffee and some snacks to eat while traveling to the orchard. It seemed like both my oldest daughter and I have been waiting for this moment all summer. The trees along the side of the road was slowly turning the colors of fall, the reds and yellows glowing in the morning sun. As we started our journey, the streets were empty of cars, but inside the car there was laughing at each other, singing loud enough that we were sure the truckers that raced by us could hear us. This ride happened e...
Never in a million
Trusted worldwide, banks serve as the financial institution guarding people's deposits while simultaneously granting loans. It is about that lending ability a bank possesses that on the morning of December 23rd, armed with only a small USB flash drive, Sentou Robinson would inquire. The frost that Saturday morning in Cincinnati, Ohio, kept most citizens quietly tucked away in bed; and far from the bank that was located close to the river-facing neighboring Kentucky. But today's momentous event would prove far from quiet. Tall, dark, and well equipped with the perfecwww.onedoor.cct combination of intelligenc...
Demon in the Woods
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. In the valley below our cabin, a grove of black walnut, sycamore, and cottonwood trees flickered and popped in the dawn. The stench of acrid smoke filled my lungs as I calculated how far the wildfire had spread overnight. How safe we felt before going to bed. Looking down at the tangle of mountain roads, I wondered fretfully which ones were still passable. We had arrived two days before, a veritable lifetime ago. I remember my contentment then, my determination to spend some focused time with my children, as I pulled into the familiar gra...