The arrangement_Wishing Things Were Perfect_The Church's Portal_The Rude Awakening
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The arrangement
What should I bake today? Elsy loves chocolate chip cookies with a nutella heart, but she loves a well-done apple pie with a side of vanilla ice-cream just as much. It has been a month since we last saw each other and it will be another month until we meet next time, always for a 5,33 PM tea. I am still not sure if the time is so specific for any particular reason or if she just likes to mess with me. She has always loved jokes and pranks, Elsie. Like that time, just a couple of years ago, she pretended her cat had run away and we spent the entire night driving around town under a soft rain. O...
Wishing Things Were Perfect
"Hey, Jules!" Ryan called out, waving to his girlfriend. Jupiter grinned at the boy. "Hey!" She replied as Ryan ran up to the girl. The two linked arms before going towards the sidewalk and down the road. It seemed that the two had known each other for years. That's howww.onedoor.ccw it always was. It seemed to be just the two of them, in their own little world. Ryan and Jupiter had been through a lot, but now they were on the other side of all of that. Ryan intertwined the two's hands as they talked and caught up on the day. This was always Ryan's favorite part of the day. No matter what kind of crap he'...
The Church's Portal
‘Once in a blue moon…’. Sila had awoken around midnight to a room flooded with light. The full moon was perfectly centred in the circular stained glass window above her bed. The fragments of glass were all in shades of blue; azure and sapphire, some as light as a summer sky, and Persian blue as deep as the sea, which filtered the white lunar rays, giving the impression of a blue moon. She reached for a small, battered book on her bedside table and read the words of the poem: ‘Once in a blue moon on a clear cloudless night,Place an object of value in the path of the light, Don’t shift your gaze...
The Rude Awakening
Part One:Whoo!!! Whoooo!!! Whooooo!!!! There is was! Finally! Gerald Parker pulled off his black dot work gloves and glanced down at his Timex. 5 o’clock sharp. “That darn whistle! Never a minute off one way or the other,” he grinned, “She’s always right on time.” He’d been waiting for that sound since the minute he had arrived at the Avondale Shipyard at 7:00 that morning. Now, it was quitting time. Finally, and thankfully, quitting time.Gerald picked up his lunch pail, punched his timecard, and limped out to his old 1954 Ford pickup truck. It was Saturday afternoon and he couldn’t wait to ge...