The Light Snow_Just when you think you're getting sorted..._Whiteside Mountain_Love's Labors
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The Light Snow
It was a cold, dreary night as Ella lied there in a deep sleep, however I could not sleep knowing that tomorrow I would be promoted to chief of police. I got out of bed and felt the crisp floor on my feet as I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I look outside to see a light dust of snow on the front yard, but that wasn't the only thing I saw. I peered out and saw a figure. I couldn't make out exactly what it was, but it had given me the chills, like I had seen it before. I didn't think much of it, I got the water then went back to bed.I tossed and turned a bit before actually fallin...
Just when you think you're getting sorted...
“Stop telling me what to do!”“I’m your conscience, it’s my job.”"Yes, but do you always have to be so negative? Take last week. I was shopping in Waitrose…”“Oh, here we go…”“Don’t interrupt. As I was saying, I was in Waitrose buying some ‘free from’ ready meals, and you said, ‘have you considered the carbon footprint on that?’ I mean, come on! I’m trying to make good choices and you never support me!”“I only want to help you be the best person you can be. Every person can always be a better version of themselves.”“What about Mother Theresa?”“Yup. She was a complete cow sometimes.”“Nelson Mande...
Whiteside Mountain
I always wanted to hike Whiteside Mountain in the snow. The pluton rising out of the earth is four hundred million years old. The cliffs are sheer as though a potter molded them into a single tower and then used a knife to cut away part of the rock, scoring the sides of the face to make a natural path for us to climb. Reaching the summit takes two hourwww.onedoor.ccs, but that’s when we move fast, not stopping to smell the perfume of the mountain laurel or admire the tangle of vines that snake their way through the thick forest of green. We push ourselves up the steep incline, wiping at the sweat that drips...
Love's Labors Cast Aside
Formula: infidelity, swearing, heartbreak, singular mention of suicidal thoughts.“This is the last time,” she told him. His lips left her neck. The lust inside him was dampened by curiosity. “The last time?” he asked. “I can’t keep lying to my husband. I’ve handed in my notice at work already. I’m moving away. This will be the last time you see me.” She drew the covers up around herself as armour. “Say something.” Every assumption he’d made about their relationship imploded. He’d built his happiness on their stolen moments. He wilted, an alpine flower in the scorching desert sun. “Then kiss me...