Becoming One With The Sea

Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →

The Old Red Lunchbox: A Short Story Attempt

I want to one day write short stories, so I thought I would try to pen one here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Sophia picked up the old red lunchbox and was disappointed to see that it looked quite ordinary for an object with supposedly special powers. As she listened to her mother's instructions regarding... Continue Reading →

Reconnecting to Humanity: First Line Friday

Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First Line Friday. He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He had needed time away from people, even well-meaning ones like his family. They wanted to help him grieve the loss of his dear Molly,... Continue Reading →

Disorganization is the Mother of Stress!

“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout.” Robin read those words and thought that they were the appropriate ones for her epitaph. She had never learned to be organized, to have a place for everything and everything in its place. Her mother, Kathryn, tried to instill on... Continue Reading →

Discovering Life’s Joys: First Line Friday

The most peculiar thing happened on the eleventh of November, just as the snow had begun to drift down.  As Katie watched Mother Nature begin to cover earth with a blanket of whiteness, she heard what sounded like a small explosion. She wondered what the noise was about, but she had become used to keeping to... Continue Reading →

Her Hero: First Line Friday

"Breath in, breath out, you'll be okay." Carol wanted to tell the people around her that she just needed some space. But, they thought that they were being helpful. She couldn't believe how clumsy she was, falling like that in front of so many people. She was so embarrassed, as now she was being treated... Continue Reading →

Listen to the Birds Sing! First Line Friday

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. I didn't know whether to build a fire or turn up the air conditioner. Either way, it was a day when Joshua and I were both off from work,... Continue Reading →

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