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House of Whispering Pines
The sky lit up with vivid shades of oranges and yellows as the sun said good morning while the moon kissed the world goodnight. The moon left its starlit throne as it sunk behind the mountains. Jim and Anna sipped their coffee in awe; captivated by the bright colors overtaking the dark night. They arrived at House of Whispering Pines Bed and Breakfast late last night after they both finished a long day of work. They hoped a weekend in the woods at a quaint bed and breakfast along Lake Luna would bring back the magic they once felt in their marriage. Like most couples working full time jobs in ...
The last Farewell
The Last Farewell By LaShawn BakerJan sat at the end of the back pew. She watched as everyone made their resolutions to her father and loved on her mother. Jan did not move or react to either. She watched them her siblings crying and playing the role they were handed. Sue, the older sister always doing the right thing, basically she was a snitch often telling the other three children to cover up her own shit. Then there was Bailey, oh Ms. Bailey the second oldest-middle child, the peacemaker, and many times over shadowed by Jan and Sean he was the youngest. Of course Sean was Momma’s favorite...
Funeral rites
It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Not even the decor had changed. She had told herself that coming here would help to soothe the pain and anger she felt but standing here, in the hall that would serve as her father's funeral hall, she felt nothing at all.She walked through the hall, avoiding the curious gaze people threw her way. It was no surpwww.onedoor.ccrise no one knew her. She had disappeared for years and only came back when her father was dead. In a way, she was the prodigal daughter. The child who was never wanted nor needed. As she moved...
Finding Zen
Stacy the gym instructor’s blue eyes flicked back and forth from gym member to attendance list, checking each name off with a ballpoint pen. She had gone done to the middle of the list when she stopped and winced. The name with a row of red x’s next to it irritated her like a stain on fresh laundry.“Pippa,” she mumbled. She hadn’t seen this student in over three weeks. Although she considered herself fairly lenient with absences, three weeks was almost too many. She could’ve saved her the embarrassment and just drop out instead. There were plenty of other students who would appreciate her effo...