Kile and the Cupboard_The Long Road Home_Off the Track--of Common Sense_Sanctuary Peak
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Kile and the Cupboard
In a little shop on an unmarked road stood an enormous painted cupboard that was very oldwww.onedoor.cc. The cupboard stood to the right of a large window that was poorly decorated with porcelain dolls that looked out a dirty window with blank, unseeing eyes. The window was tier shaped in three sections from where a sign stood above the mercantile, that read, Flora’s Treasures. Flora was the granddaughter from whom the shop was named, long ago. Flora was no longer running about with pigtails and dresses as she did as a child. She was a heavy woman in her late seventies who lived above the store in a small...
The Long Road Home
1999I come home from school to a dark house. It’s Friday, so there is no telling where everyone is. Callie could be at a neighbor’s house, with Mom, or in the woods for all I know. As usual, there is no note. Greg doesn’t normally come home until after 5:30 from work. He’s a mechanic at Sears Automotive, and he is always a little greasy and smells like motor oil and tires before he showers. After moving in with us last fall after Mom’s…ordeal, it was nice to have someone home to balance her out. Or it would have been nice if that had actually happened. I guess it did for a while. Mom wanted to...
Off the Track--of Common Sense
A misplaced boyhood adventure could have meant not only the final Summer of elementary school for myself and my best friend. It could, theoretically, have resulted in the last summer on this earth for both of us. Sure, we had bent the rules many times in the past--like the time we stole Old Man Pinto’s grapes and escaped serious injuries after scaling his fence just ahead of the guard dogs in his backyard vineyard. Seldom, however, had we actually put our lives on the line with this little escapade and a number of others stretching throughout our pre-teen yearsThis particular summer, how...
Sanctuary Peak
The wind was gentle, rustling the leaves softly and just barely stirring the surface of the water with its touch. Birds flew on this wind, singing their melodies with a cheerful voice in the brilliance of the sun, dancing in the air with graceful wings. A bee buzzed nearby as it flitted from one flower to the next between the reeds of the lakeshore and the calls of a duck guiding her little ones through their first dip into the water sounded from the farside. Altogether came each inpidual song, each inpidual beat, to form a beautiful symphony that could only be found in the wilds. It was one o...