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The Storm Inside
“I wanted to figure him out.” I had opened the floodgate and had no choice now but to wade through.“I thought you were one of the clues.” I was wrong. Dead wrong. But now it was too late to do anything, and I was going to have to face the consequences of my actions. Or was I?“It wasn’t always like that though,” I murmured looking at the torrential rain drumming against the window in a frenzied battle with my heart. Watching the whipping wind and exploding raindrops, I wondered if this was pine intervention? The wild weather created the perfect backdrop for this situation to play out. Even a Ho...
Creature in a Shell
“The world is your oyster! Try your luck! Buy an oyster, we’ll shuck it for a buck! Will you pick a pearl?” barked the oysterman.Could it be the world was her oyster? Hayes doubted it. But how bizarre would it be to find out on a summer Sunday in her local farmer’s market? She stepped up and felt oddly hopeful as she peered into the tub of oysters. She willed her intuition to guide her.A tiny pool of water in a shell crevice glistened in the sunlight like a twinkling north star. Hayes felt the oyster thump in her chest, sensed its muscle throb at her gaze and envisioned the pulse of its gills...
Home at last
Home at lastcw: foul language, swearing“Speak now.” “Mary, please... Don’t look at me like that...” “Who the hell is this??” “Her name is Lucy.” “Really Andy?!” “Mary… I can explain…”“After I specifically told you not to!” “Yeah but..." "No buts." “I promise, I’ll make this right!” "Only if you kick her out." "Okay, okay..." “Geez, on our counter too? Disgusting.” “Mary, wait!”Andy dashed out the kitchen, his mouth running faster than his feet as he chased Mary down the hall of ridiculously expensive arwww.onedoor.cctwork. Mary typed and texted with impressive speed, her gaze stuck on her cellphone and nowh...
Tarnished
Tarnished Note: this account is based on actual events in the lives of real people. Names have been changed to protect the memories of the innocent. October 17, 1905 - TuesdayMy dearest James,Patience has been staring out the window for miles. We’re nearly a day into the journey, and there’s nothing much to see except for the endless prairie. I suspect she’s looking instead at mental imagery.What must she be thinking?… Feeling? It’s a tremendous change to make at her age, but I hope it will be for the best.Last night, in the sleeper, I had the hardest time settling myself! The incessant CLACK...