Trading the moon for a sunrise_Fire In Meaning_Cookie Exchange Cover-up_On-Call Lover
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Trading the moon for a sunrise
It was our eighteenth birthday, and like every year since we were fifteen, my best friend Alex and I woke up and took the two minute walk to the beach to watch the sunrise. I have to admit that it felt a little surreal to not have to sneak out, or at least not have to climb down the tree outside my upstairs window. We sat in the sand, thermos of coffee waiting for us to drink it as colors started to fill the sky. The night was quiet, with only the sound of the waves to keep us company. I remember pushing the sand around with my feet, and Alex complaining that all the sand in my sandals would ...
Fire In Meaning
Sure, I was at the art museum when the robbery took place. Yes, I did watch it all happen. I guess I was speeding a little when the museum security was chasing my car. But only enough to deserve a speeding ticket, not an arrest. My name is Sly, and being under suspicion has become a daily occurrence. After all, I live in the town of Meaning.Meaning was founded in the year 200, when a man named Founder built a stone cottage on an island at the confluence of the Wealth, Power, and Success rivers. Some historians speculate that Founder was a businessman. However, those people are dreadfully mista...
Cookie Exchange Cover-up
My family's annual cookie exchange was my favorite event of the entire year. I planned and practiced throughout the summer months to perfect a new and different recipe to debut at the party. I had more baking cookbooks than I did regular books and more baking sheets than actual plates. My family made fun of me every year for the fact I spent so much time on baking, but never failed to eat my cookies when they were offered. In the back of my mind, I wanted to be a baker, but my family is a finance family and nothing else is acceptable. My oldest brother, John, is a banker and Blake works on Wa...
On-Call Lover
Kyle and Cindy sit on the lakeside cabin’s dock, watching the sunrise over the mountain peaks reflecting off the water’s mirror surface. Snuggled together in their warm, plaid wool blanket. Each with the hot coffee that they refresh from the thermos they brought with them. They listen to the eagles’ distant sounds in the morning and watch the gentle mist come off the lake as the sun hits the water. The silence is broken by the occasional fish leaping for its invisible food floating topside.“This is nice,” Cindy whispers to avoid making too much noise. She tries to cuddle up closer, but there i...