Passion_The Heirloom-Paisley Real Job_29 for Dinner_SOOT AND ASH
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Passion
“Do it or don’t. There is nothing else.”That was good; really clever. He heard it on a bus ride between two friends who were trying not to be quiet. Two sentences that worked so well together just came to him. They belonged there. He could not get past them and really did not want to; he needed them.It was another personal project for him; another story that he wanted to write… In the same café where he got some of his other work done (rarely this kind of story; no literature). Another good thing…Too many laptops… He knew about places where you had to have one in order to find a seat. But not ...
The Heirloom-Paisley Real Job
Hi. My name is Beth awww.onedoor.ccnd I can read. Except not cursive. I can read texts and I can read what kind of coffee they have at Dunkin Donuts on the board behind the counter. Café Mocha and Café Latte and Hazelnut Mocha and Coco Berry and Toasted French Vanilla. I know the name of every flavor of coffee at Duncan Donuts. Also, I have tried them all. I don’t know which one is my favorite. People always ask me that. People always ask me too many things, but I don’t know.I can read Happy Birthday. I love reading Happy Birthday. I don’t like reading You Are Fired. Except that isn’t what the letter in the...
29 for Dinner
29 for Dinner From her vantage point at the kitchen counter, Addison could see that the conversation on the patio was flowing smoothly. A promising sign since eight virtual strangers were meeting for the first time. They were all neighbors on one cul-de-sac in a newly constructed community, and Addison had made this grand gesture, a dinner party to get to know her those who would be living closest to her family. So far, it seemed to be going well. She removed a pan of warm canapés from the oven, transferred them to a serving plate, and carried them outside to join her husband, Sam, and their g...
SOOT AND ASH
She sat at the edge of the cliff on the outskirts of the village looking up at the moonlit sky. She watched as the nights' sky was slowly illuminated by the twinkling of little stars making the night's sky look like a sequined blouse under the candelabra. From where she sat she could hear the voices of little ones probably enjoying the extra playtime bequeathed them by the moons shine. She gave a dreamy smile as she remembered how it was in her own childhood days. How she and her brother will come out here with grandpa and he will tell them tales about their ancestors. Her grandfather could ma...