Transcendence_Noah’s Wife_Uncontrollables Controlling_Now is All We Have
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Transcendence
The full moon shone on the new fallen snow creating the illusion of daylight. A fire crackled in the fireplace library warming Julia as she went about setting the table. She was almost ready. Her purple tablecloth was draped across the table; atop it were candles- a white one flanked by two purple, a photo of her and Ethan, a quartz crystal and two steaming mugs of tea. The room held the odor of the sage she’d used earlier. Satisfied she was ready, she looked at the clock and saw that the time had come. Julia struck a match, lit the frankincense stick and set it in her tabletop cauldron t...
Noah’s Wife
There’s a champagne buzzer in the middle of the table with a gold circle outlining it, and in case that dwww.onedoor.ccidn’t make its existence apparent enough, the words ‘CHAMPAGNE SERVICE’ are printed in bold black letters on a small card adjacent to the buzzer. My finger hovers several inches above the button and then jams down on it twice before Noah reaches out and grasps my fingers, pulling my hand into his lap. I glare at him and use my free hand to reach out and press the button once more.Tugging my fingers from his grasp, I sarcastically retort, “It’s not every year we get to attend the Golden Glob...
Uncontrollables Controlling
My head is so heavy that I feel my brain splitting, like a coconut being cracked. From 7:50 am sharp to 3:05 pm late I jam information, paper, and numerals, it’s just too much."Keep looking ahead J...."Nothing is any bleaker than mid-January winter. Barely short of four and the sun is playfully hiding beyond the houses, minutes away from sinking out of sight. With the dimming light aided the glistening snow that laid comfortably over the sidewalks and street. Ingesting the crispy harsh air, I let a detoxifying breath, “Jeremiah, what do we got this weekend….”Organizing the infinite swirl of th...
Now is All We Have
Maria climbed the flimsy fold-out ladder up into the attic and blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes in frustration. There was so much cleaning to do in this old house and the attic was no exception. It was a mess. There was a thick layer of dust coating all of the old bookshelves, boxes, and artwork her grandfather had collected. She thought cleaning would help keep her occupied enough to let go of the day’s frustrations. Moving her classes online and troubleshooting her students’ technical issues took much more time than the actual teaching. She was also worried about the future. How l...