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be your true self...always.

... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings  would not be considered  appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in he...

The Haunted Harley Part 3

A night that would change everything

They made their way to the dance floor maneuvering through the throng of people and started dancing. Miranda could tell that Ken was not a dancer, but he could keep a beat and he just mimicked what the other males were doing. She could not stop smiling, s...

Remembering our date night How you made an average girl, Feel like a princess. Watching you walk towards me Gradually getting closer When I’m in reach You take my hand Softly placing it on your chest I look up into your eyes I smile You smile back I wrap...

Dancing in the dark is a whole new thing to me,Switching person to person,Going from A to B,The masquerade is haunted,Who knows what lies behind?The faces of your close friends,Or those of your close enemies?The twisting and the turning,The rising and the...

Five Minute Adventures Presents: The Flying Ballerina

A short story from Five Minute Adventures

The plane had only been off the ground for about fifteen minutes when it hit turbulence. He was shaking; his white knuckled-hands gripped the arm rest, and his stomach tightened as he resisted the urge to vomit. It was only his second time flying. The fir...

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The Gypsy Girl

They called her Esmeralda, for her striking green eyes, and she had a temper to match.

In the mid 1880s, there was a Gypsy troupe that travelled across Spain. There was natural apprehension in the villages they passed through, for the gypsies were free folk, and there was always resentments for their free lifestyle. They had a role in socie...

Of weariness set within her bones She arises before dawn of break Gazing upon shimmering nights moon Reflecting glow alighting her view Night sounds blend come of whispered callings Upon soft winds pulling at her to come Her heart quickens she hurries alo...