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Spring Will Always Come

Winter's alluring angel beckoned me, offering me freedom and comfort. I willingly went to her, my wants lay bare.  Strangely, the bitter cold did not sting. Her fingertips set my flesh ablaze. What was dormant now sprang to life. She enveloped me, whispering, "A new spring awaits. Do not fear."  I found sanctuary within her cradling arms. The snow melted on the ground beneath us,...Read On

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Bobby's Place

Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light low enough to mantle the next morning's regret. Going to the ladies  was a euphemism you learned quickly and wasn't for the faint-hearted....Read On

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How I Broke My Nose While Playing Chess At A Church Summer Camp

The inside story of how I managed to get my nose broken while playing chess at a church summer camp.

  Way back when, a friend and I were sitting behind the wired backstop to the church camp’s dusty softball field, playing chess on a small travel board, while waiting for the game in progress to end. We had cleverly positioned ourselves so both of us could watch the softball game while playing the grand game of chess.  Then it happened.  Later investigations revealed a misplayed softball...Read On

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Sharing Passionate Journeys

Shall we travel together, hand in hand

 

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The Proper Way to Eat Spaghetti in Edinburgh

Americans need training to dine out properly

Dining out in Edinburgh would not present an overwhelming challenge I did not think. We had left our hotel on Prince's Street and strolled down the hill towards the harbor. My lady was on my arm, a spring chill in the air, so we both wore long coats. Mine was a tan trenchcoat and matching Trilby. My wife wore a raincoat in anticipation of dampness from the evening skies. As we passed two...Read On

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The Old Couple

An old couple meet at a coffee shop. “Harry! How are you doing?!” “Hilda! I’m doing well.” They hug and Harry pulls Hilda’s seat out for her, removing his hat and putting it on the table. “Can I get you something?” Hilda asks. “Just my usual two cents,” Harry smiles, the love obvious in his eyes. The old woman calls out for two coffees and a slice of bitter lemon cake for both of...Read On

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The Monster Within

We seated ourselves on a bench. He scribbled away in his notebook, noting the Gothic architecture. Then the word "vampire" caught my eye. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all. The monster he was eager to create was seated next to him.  I glanced at the throbbing vein in his neck; my fangs descended. As if on cue, a heavy fog rolled in from the harbour with the veil of white mist offering...Read On

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Abyss

I stood there, gazing into that empty, yawning abyss. I felt a strange nostalgia. A melancholy that was both familiar and unnerving. I knew this place, long ago. Time began to slow. My tears began to flow. I have arrived. Goodbye....Read On

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The Age of Innocence

So many times before, so many times again

 

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It's not a Dystopian Nightmare

Reap what you sow!

If you could, you would see deserted streets, buildings, and whole towns.  Cars stopped and rusting along unused roads.  Nature was reclaiming the world, one that got a science lesson. Regardless of your religious beliefs, the lesson proved evolution to be true in the worst possible way.  One country developed a genetic weapon that targeted a certain group, one prevalent in a specific part...Read On

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Behind the Image

Looking over your shoulder

 

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My Grand

Generational appreciation is less common these days, but this story reads true.

I got my spontaneity from my grandmother. Every visit and every call, she inspired me. Her encouragement and her excitement in all I shared. She was my biggest fan. My picture drawings and photos plastered her refrigerator and walls. She was my role model. I read her journal entries, book referrals, and basked in her memories and photos. With her, it was not just tea parties and dolls, as...Read On

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A Life Well Lived

Series: After The Happily Ever After

She sat in her chair ruminating over her life.

She smiled at many of her memories, including her childhood adventures even her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren only believed when they are very young.  Her brothers understood, since they shared those adventures, and often the three of them laughed about it. The wind blew the dormer window open suddenly, startling the old woman.  Then she chuckled at her reaction.  So much...Read On

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The Dayroom

Do you know what I mean

The dayroom was open to personnel not on duty. The television was on. A few troops sat in open seats responding to questions on Jeopardy. The pool balls clicked softly. Two fellows talked quietly. One just back from 'Nam. "You spent a lot of time out in the field, sort of changing," said the Marine. "How's that?" asked the sailor.  "You decided you could do things. It was okay 'cause...Read On

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Entertaining His Wife

He insulted my friends truck

My friend drives a small Sonoma pick-up, it's about eighteen-years-old and in great shape.  One day we were going to lunch and she parked next to a huge Ford F-250.  The owner looked at my friend's truck and made a comment to his wife, who snickered.   Then he looked over and said to us, "Nice, but couldn't you get a real truck!" My friend didn't bat an eye and shot back, "Sorry, I guess...Read On

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The Little Boy With The Big Heart

On a Saturday morning, just one week away from Christmas day, six-year-old George Mackie awoke to find that outside his window a blanket of snow covered the ground. He couldn't wait to go and wake his nine-year-old sister and go outside to build a snowman with her. Dora had been up for over a half-hour already, she wanted to be ready and able to go play with her brother. Being not so well,...Read On

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All My Love to You

I saw her again today and my heart leapt into my chest.  I need to know that she'll be a safe place to land when I fall to pieces and that I’m not wasting my time and energy on her because I don’t give out my heart freely anymore. She’s been there when I have needed her the most, and all I want and need is to be able to do the same for her. I know that loving her is unconventional and, to...Read On

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Death on the Lyle

A tale of carnage and destruction!

 

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Sweet Mama

Mama was now doing the limbo at the carnival show, in "Heaven's Rest", Nursing Home. Heaven's Rest also fronted for a mortuary and automatic carwash. Mama was a dwarf with a goiter and broken veins. Mama lived in dreams of Mona Lisa and tooth fairies. She hung from strings as if dark's marionette. Wrapped in her favorite Chinchilla. I was her kemosabe and she was my loops. I in my...Read On

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Forewarning

What will your future bring, you wonder

The yelling seems to always start late in the evening when you are in bed. But not asleep. You could hear it all, taking it in, learning from it, making it part of your reality for the future. Would you build a future with bricks and mortar of shouts and pain? Would you exist sharing love and kindness, forgiveness?  You never talked about it in later years. Never shared it. ...Read On

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Friendship

Friendship is sweet

Sally Mouse and Cassie Cat are the best of friends.  Sally decides to make Rice Krispies treats with unicorn marshmallows. She knows they are one of Cassie's favorite treats and wants to show her that they are cherished friends. She makes them special by using her favorite unicorn cookie cutter.  She and Cassie like to share treats and have silly conversations as they enjoy each...Read On

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A Friendship Treat!

What is your special delight?

Cassie Cat and Sally Mouse have been friends for a long time; however, it hasn't been the smoothest of journeys. However, they have always come out the other side stronger and happier when they were together.  Cassie decided for world friendship day she wanted to do something special for Sally, to show her how important she is.  Cassie decided to make some baked treats as a gift because...Read On

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Truth or Dare

Her own game of Truth or Dare

Chloe was in a state of ennui without solace. Alas, she was part of the world-wide pandemic advised to isolate. Having a very acquiescent nature, she washed thoroughly and masked up in public and scoured the internet in search of relief. Finding a bizarre poem of living beyond normality, she felt a spark for adventure and maybe her own game of truth or dare. Surely she knew her living spaces...Read On

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Dear Whoever You Are by Angela Carlton

Rising from turmoil

              For that is the question, isn’t it? I don’t know who you are anymore. Once, you were the guy, my carefree man with those sea-glass colored eyes and that laugh. Oh, the way you could make me laugh. We used to sit outside on a blanket in the plush grass with the berries and the gouda, the white wine and lay there looking up toward the turquoise sky until that dark day, the one...Read On

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A Midnight Kiss

Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades. Now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid, and so I pray. Putting to rest the fog or mist, for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, darkness descends. With a burial shroud and pale complexion, as the curtain closes on the day. But without a tear for it is written, to forever disguising my immortality.  For I was but a...Read On

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She Talks To Maya Angelou

Paying tribute to Influential Writers

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and her creative brain is racing, racing once again. The house is soundless and dark. During those lonely hours, that dreamy state, she finds herself talking to Maya Angelou, the master poet, the one who possesses language, wisdom and light. She asks for guidance, some inspiration, that jolt, that will appear and fill all those sad, blank pages that wait for...Read On

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Somewhere Only We Know

I remember it well for I will never forget. That park was just eight minutes away from home if I walked quickly or five if I ran. Follow the footpath by the river right around almost to the end, cross a field and down a hill then it was through the trees for a moment or two. No one ever came down there, no one, not ever; there was only ever you and me down there. I know it should be you and...Read On

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The Freshness of Life

The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis into "that woman." You know the one. Regardless, he clung to the hope of better days, neglecting his duty to open the store from 6 AM...Read On

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How I Come To Love Moo Goo Gai Pan

Of my four-score matey. over the chamber pot. Shadows linger from the night's moo goo gai pan. Of dark chicken and rice. The memories cling to echoes. Loud yet no sounds to be heard. Just vibrations in the dark, knocking off-key. Looking for my way out of loneliness. Waiting for the skin spots to fade. In this lazaretto of isolation. As the albatross curse my guilty omens. Of my...Read On

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Intoxicated

Intoxicated by the night's velocity the withers of twilight brings. Like a string on a bobbin of a cello. Darkness is unfettered to reign in your emerald green eyes. With your lips of crimson-red macabre. Rising above a shadow that shades. But it's your flesh that raises my hackles and summons me to your opium sweet chastity. For I must feel your lips dance on my piccolo as the dervishes of...Read On