What Matters_The Perfect Match_Encantado_The Great Battle Between Fire and Water
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What Matters
"Michelle, is that you?" Michelle Torrance jumped and turned around. "Sheila. Oh my goodness. It's been like what a year?" "Two." Sheila Casswell looked her old friend up and down. "You look...good. I don't think I've seen that purse in any store around town." "Oh, I took up crocheting. It's so easy. I can do it watching TV even. I found the pattern online and decided to try it." "Oh well..." Sheila took in the garish colors. She would have never chosen the oranges and yellows but that was just her. "It's interesting." "Picking up your coffee? You have time for a chat?" asked Michelle, gestur...
The Perfect Match
My hands were sweaty, my head was spinning, and I had circled around Harry’s Burger Shack at least a dozen times. It had been years since I had been on an actual date, and I had no clue who I was meeting. A few weeks ago, when this new app came out, I was sure it wouldn’t be any different than the others. The Perfect Match app promised to match you up with the most memorable date you had ever been on or they would refund you your membership, and expenses incurred on your date. I thought their arrogance was humorous, so I signed up for the premium account. I figured it would be the same experie...
Encantado
The sensation of slightly rising and falling engulfed her, not unpleasant, just different. It was an undulating wave, like a melody of a lullaby coaxing her away from awareness. But something was trying to drag her back, a restlessness in her mind attempting to rouse her. The persistant unease crumbled the façade of tranquility, causing Vida to slowly open her eyes. Blue obscured her vision. Blinking, she tried to focus but reflections of light rippled around her. It is only when she brought her hands to her face, did she realize that she was submerged in a vast body of water. Panic punched h...
The Great Battle Between Fire and Water
Water laces through the air, lancing and darting down and around the grove that stands at the edge of the sea. Although the sky is bare elsewhere, the rain falls in torrents here. Its journey speeds downward and then slowly relaxes until the droplets hang suspended, gathered in the form of a woman that in turns laughs and cries as she sits upon a mossy stump. ‘I am glad you could make it, Sul’ says a deep voice located near the sea. The goddess of rain, for it is she, looks towards Elma the Great Sea Goddess who hovers at the edge of the grove. Her eyes are tumultuous with storms one momen...