“Who are you?” Gloria repeated.Amy got shy and started to disappear. Gloria stood there in dumbfounded shock. Eventually, she turned to Rufus, looked him square in the eyes and asked him what the bloody hell just happened?“Mum, I think we need to talk,” Rufus guided Gloria into the living room.“Was that a ghost?” Gloria asked, her hands shaking.Rufus made tea. This situation called for tea, lots of it.“Amy, it’s all right...
Chapter 5 Arileot 14 (DG 5) The sunset is bright, and the rays of light shine on Dotristiar’s face. He is so cute. Permanently scared, but handsome in his vulnerability. I think I can use him to watch out for snooping Letaluan, while I search for mom’s stuff in the basement. “No… Please no…” He begs me, as I drag him downstairs. “Not another affair we’re going to get punished for!” “Do not be afraid!” I whisper in his ear...
This is a story I wrote for my eight year old grandson, Simon. He asked me to write him a mystery. The setting is in the nineteenth century and I put in some school history of that period. Simon straightened from his slump and waved his hand frantically in the air, thinking, “I know, I know, call me!” Finally the teacher had asked a question that he thought he knew the answer to. “Alright, Simon, what's the answer?” “Thir...
In my younger days I did not like the type of upbringing I received from my father I thought he was rather too harsh and cruel in the way he dealt with me and the rest of the family. He was a very strict man and only gave us the basic needs and necessities we needed, he offered us not what we wanted but what we needed. He didn't want to raise his children in an ostentatious or extravagant manner and so we had to live a ve...
Julianne finished loading the large moving truck and pulled the rear door closed. She walked down the rear ramp and glanced up at the only home she had known for the last twenty years. She glanced down the street to the rubble which was the house her first boyfriend and sighed. She allowed the memories of when she was thirteen years old flood her mind and then pushed them away. “What’s taking you so long?” she asked herse...
"What did the doctor say?” “Nothing yet…he said he’ll have information for us soon.” “Oh…” We all put our heads back down. The last 4 hours were torture; sitting in the hospital lobby, watching all the sick people go in and out, and nurses shouting, and IV machines tick tock ticking. We knew our father had Lymphoma…we just didn’t know what the prognosis would be. How much time did he have left? Was it curable? Was he goin...
The Boat of Sand When I was young, my Father built for me, a boat of sand, so very grand, to sail upon the sea. My sister was the cabin girl and made to swab the decks, we searched the seas for pirates to turn their boats to wrecks. Our anchor was a bucket filled with stones and sand, tossed with caution overboard, if we spotted land. Bright red spades were used for oars or cricket bats sometimes, we’d row for miles acros...
While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dadIs that why you cry?'I looked at him and the home that once was mineAnd hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyesAnd to him I said‘Oh not to worry kiddoit’s just a grai...
When people go back home there always are reasons, either they are successful and have a point to prove, or they have unsettled scores, or maybe there is nowhere to go...but the reason why I am going home today is entirely different. The reason is my dad. The man who is a modern day HE MAN to me. My mom passed away when I was seven and apart from a grieving husband she left behind a very vulnerable father of a seven year...
