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It was a cool October morning as Sally sat on a bench by the Chesapeake Bay. The wind whistled through the almost-barren trees and scattered the leaves upon the ground like a multi-colored blanket.Sally pondered her existence after a tragedy had befallen her only child; a beautiful, six-year-old girl named Cindy. She was the love of Sally’s life and the only thing left to cling to in this world.It happened only one week before when Sally had taken Cindy to the park so they could have fun in the playground. It was a beautiful, sunny day and they had gotten so much enjoyment out of their time t...
Gary The Bird or How I Spent My Winter Vacation
Every. Year.Seriously.EVERY … SODDING … YEAR!Come six months … nested or not …and we’re off.Over.And over.And over.Like a clock.Tick tock. Tick tock.Twice, in fact.Down the globe. And up the globe.Down the globe. And up.Again.And again.And again.It. Is. Doing. My. Nut.You may ask: Why do we do it?Well.I’ve never actually been convinced myself.Bowww.onedoor.ccredom, mayhaps?Possibly.Masochism?More than likely.But who’s to say?Don’t ask them, though, whatever you do.Outlandish responses.That’s all you’ll get.And they say the most fantabulous things.It’ll be fun, they say.It’ll be an adventure, they tell me.An...
Graceview Manor
Grandma says that ghosts are just memories; moments in time, experienced by the people that were here before us. I wish I could believe her, but I know how memories feel. They can be strong, they can invoke emotions, smells, taste, love and fear, and yet, a memory has never made me feel the way this house does. Memories don't reach out and touch you, and memories don't whisper in your ear. Chills run down my spine as I remember the last time that I was here. I swore it would be the last… and yet, here I am, driving up to the rusty iron gates that are covered in ivy, shielding the Manor from t...
Forged in the Forest
I still see the flames from that fateful day. That was the day I knew I truly loved him. My feelings for Eric had changed much in the nearly eight months we were courting. Our parents had arranged the match. I didn’t care for him then. He was a spoiled rich heir to his father’s fortune. My family was close to ruin. As the only child it was up to me to marry well. Eric had no idea about the struggles many people go through about money. His ignorance irritated me to no end. On the first day I met him he made a comment about the shabby dress I wore. When I told him it was the nicest dress I owned...