Ellie and the Ethereally Endeared_I Didn't Mean It_The Sapling_The Great Malone!
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Ellie and the Ethereally Endeared
“I only have three hours?” I asked incredulously.“Less than that, actually: two hours, 39 minutes, 11 seconds.” She was calm and serene, which of course did nothing but add to my already increasing nerves.“But I have nothing to write about!” I argued. “How am I supposed to write a story—with no plan—before midnight?”“Well, you should probably start with a name,” she mused.I paused for a moment, staring at an empty word document on my screen. I’ve always thought that a blank page, cursor blinking on a vacant first line, was one of the most intimidating things for a writer to see. That, and havi...
I Didn't Mean It
The previously raucous chatter at the Thanksgiving dinner table came to a sudden halt when I harmlessly remarked that our daughter Julie’s professional obligations and pressures from her fiancé Ted and her mother had been taking their toll on her. The awkward silence was short lived, though, because of our son Anthony. Now my wife's not talking to me. As a matter of fact, neither is our daughter. The holiday week started out the same as it always did at the Cirillo household. My wife Maureen started cooking and baking on Monday. Earlier that week, she polished the silver and cleaned the house ...
The Sapling
The SaplingThis is a tale that needs to be told. It’s set in a beautiful Newfoundland forest. Right out in the middle of no where, a place that no one sees except for the odd hiker here and there. In this luscious forest, the beauty is unmatched. there’s a kaleidoscope of colors on each and every freely growing foliage. There were so many varieties of grass, flowers, bushes, right up to the woodland wonders. The trees. Tender wisps of fog embraced one tree and then the next. It was so smoothly jumping around each tree it was reminiscent of a child’s game. A favorite game of Leap Frog. Where yo...
The Great Malone!
Sweat rung from The Great Malone’s brow. The children sat wide eyed and mute on the lawn, the birthday boy Charlie was in tears and his cry was ringing loudly, a www.onedoor.ccbirthday kazoo in one hand and his other arm outstretched as if expecting to be picked up by his mum at any time. Their eyes were pinned on Malone’s face. It was a train wreck, but the children and the adults standing behind couldn’t avert their eyes. Even the birthday boy’s drunk uncle Herm was shocked and failing to laugh. And drunk uncles always find a reason to laugh. The Great Malone was frozen. The bunny he’d pulled from his t...