Luther's Authentic Honey and Wares_Maiden Name_Just Keep Rollin’ Along…_It's Not Faux Fur
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Luther's Authentic Honey and Wares
The sun, low on the horizon, backlit the old farmhouse. A wooden sign read, Luther’s Authentic Honey and Wares, in faded letters. Jagged cracks marred both of the dusty windows. Dull lace curtains concealed the inside of the house. Wild sunflowers dominated the front yard, their giant yellow and black faces turned towards the light. Old farm equipment, rusted beyond repair, littered the yard.A soft breeze rustled the dry grass and bees buzzed past my head on their way to the sunflowers. White paint peeled from the walls of the house and the porch swing rocked lazily in the wind.A slumped scare...
Maiden Name
Author’s Note: Hi! Sorry I’ve been posting much less lately; I’ve been really busy...oh yeah, and really confused over life, so I’ve just been sorting all that out. And yes. This is the Lucia. As in the Anti-Matter Lucia. As in Lucia Mancini. Yes, we’ve forgotten about codenames... this is her official name now. If you haven’t please don’t read it, it’s awful...but she’s also a character in my novella (so is Martina), and I needed to write this for character building. Anyways, I’ll put the timeline in the comments. Enjoy! Maiden Name A Drama Short Story by Ana Govindasamy The car door opens, a...
Just Keep Rollin’ Along…
I was walking along the Androscoggin River with a companion, someone very close to me. Our conversation flowed, keeping with the river current from Lewiston, Lisbon, Lisbon Falls. Our words rode the waves. This was where we had both grown up, although not together nor at the same time, nor even in same generation. We were different, yet close.Our feet were walking on the riverbed. We played with the ragged pebbles as well as the smooth ones. We were going with the flow of the river that is born over the Maine state line, in a faraway place called New Hampshire. The river that has quite a bend ...
It's Not Faux Fur
My roommate has organized a party without my consent - how uncouth!Though it is her birthday, one would hope to receive some warning before the merrymakers stream through the front door. My nap on the couch was cut short, a grand shame, as a good night’s rest has evaded me the past few days.I took refuge in the bedroom. Perhaps the decorations and platters of refreshments should have keyed me into the happenings of tonight, but ho! My dear roommate did not run anything by me; was I mwww.onedoor.cceant to assume she went behind my back to make these plans?Nonetheless, it is happening, and now I stand before...