Rekindled Love_Ciderville_Past, Present, Past_A Love Letter to Myself
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Rekindled Love
Boxes littered the living room floor and for as far as you could see. I pulled one down from the stack that had built up. If truth be told I had started to build a fort. Childish yes, I know, but I had needed something to entertain myself…. maybe this was why she was leaving.I sat myself down upon it to watch the news report. With most of the furniture having already gone. My sister’s words rang out in my head “Look on the Brightside bro things can’t get any worse!” Oh, but they can I thought and just had. The reporters message rang out that the country was on a nationwide lock down. Quick ima...
Ciderville
Hannah and Heather were two ten year old little girls who lived in a small town called Ciderville where during fall season, their families came together to do alot of harvesting. Every year they would have their annual fall festival and apple cider was their biggest hit. Ciderville was usually cool around this time of year. It was a nice Saturday morning good enough for apple picking. Hannah stood at her window of the home she shared with her grandma and grandpa. She moved to Ciderville with her grandparents while her parents went out of town for work. She loved being in Ciderville because it...
Past, Present, Past
“Past, Present, Past” Charlie hadn’t expected to run into the long stretch of yellow construction tape strung between the trees. There were a few clouds in the sky but there was enough moonlight to see that the tape was wrapped around the entire property. He’d parked his car a block away and it was under a group of trees that hid it from the streetlights. He stood under a large maple tree and scanned the area. He had to find a path to the backdoor of the house that would give him as much cover as possible. It was after midnight and there were no lights on in the two nearby houses. He looked up...
A Love Letter to Myself
“www.onedoor.ccBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Flames were all around us now, burning in such an inviting way that I stepped toward them without thinking, completely in awe with their glow. Just as I got close enough to feel the heat licking the soles of my shoes, someone grabbed my arm. As my unidentified savior pulled me back to safety, cursing me all the while for being so stupid, I was struck by a strange nostalgia for something (or someone) I always wanted but never got to have. That voice, I thought. God, that voice. I turn around slowly, all the while expecting to wake up and ...