So far away the prairies range my loveThe vistasAnd the memoriesAs well We pause our gaze in recognition nowBecause we passed this way once long ago And in a hollow rests the storied barn Its shadows touchedWith dusty sunlit swirls Your hand is resting on my leg my loveYour dreamy eyes are crinkled In a smile As both of us recall our visit hereDown by the scoured channel's mossy damp Just recently the firesWere burning br...
The Twin Otter came to a stop, after taxiing at Christchurch International, and all aboard let out an explosive sigh of relief. Sean Regan went forward to speak to the flight crew. “Well done guys and thanks; but let’s not do that again huh?” “You got that right brother,” said Dickie Peters, the pilot, “that was one rough ride. Don’t think we’ve ever had a rougher, do you Smithy?” “Nope, and I’m not in a hurry to try one...
Galaxy saw a man and a woman who communicated with the sign language at the train station, when she was on the way home one evening. She noticed that the woman asked him for the direction. He said to her that he did not know. Galaxy was the volunteer for three years when she studied in university. Also, she served in the deaf and mute school where she had learned sign language and she could practice it proficiency. Then s...
Julianna December 18, 2012– Just after midnight I sat tucked into the small window seat of my bedroom and burrowed under the blanket, savoring the warmth it gave me. With the lights off, the flurries of snow could just be seen in the dark. The weather forecast had called for a snowfall on my birthday, but I hadn’t gotten my hopes up. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise as the antique grandfather clock downstairs her...
Rain hit the window, and my eyes traced the lines of water traveling down the glass. Long streaks trailed behind each one, telling the story of where it had been. Every splatter would leave its own reminder behind, letting the person seated know it had existed and where it had gone. I let my finger rest against the cool surface and traced one of those paths wistfully. In truth, I was the tiniest bit jealous. This rain cou...
Kate stumbled down the neatly raked path, her glasses steamed up with the heat of raw emotion and half-blinded by tears. She trusted she would find her way to her favourite spot in the Walled Garden if she were blindfolded, or even in the pitch dark. That was if the entrance hadn’t been barred by solid metal doors at nighttime. It was as though she was led by a homing device to her place of refuge, a bench tucked in the c...
A kiss from a rose,On a beautiful sunset nightAs the sun casts down,It’s golden rays of light. Upon the cotton candy clouds,Turning them bright red; fire redAs they dip into the sea,Disappearing over the horizon. As the waves crashing,Upon the cliffs Breaking the silence,As my English Rose kissed me. As we held each other,In a lovers embraceLocking lips as we kissed,Sealing the moment forever. Walking hand in hand,Homewa...
Sunrise or sunset, blue skies or rainone thing will always be trueI simply want to be able to hold hands with you There will always be time for passionate kissesand gazing deep into your eyesbut nothing can replace the intimacyof walking hand-in-hand, together through our lives It's not quite holding you closebut it certainly strengthens our connectionour fingers laced togethera testament to our affection So take my hand...
The phone rang as I was locking up for the night and I thought about leaving it ring. Then I thought about my bank account, went back around the desk, picked up, and said: “Conde.” An older man’s voice came on the line, dry as a desert bone. “Ah yes, Mr. Benjamin Conde of the Conde Detective Agency I presume?” “The same.” “Splendid, Mr. Conde. Splendid. Ah, yes, Mr. Conde, my name is Douglas P. Cahill III and the reason f...
Old enough to drive. Old enough to own a car. Old enough to go steady. The first Saturday after Jake Terwilliger turned sixteen he went to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get his license. He struggled a little with the written test, but he passed the driving part with no problems. It was a sunny spring day in the Ozarks. They drove his family's old '52 Ford during the test. Jake was used to it by now. Before that, he...
On a hot Friday afternoon in the summer of 1970, a young nursing student left work at the VA hospital, and hurried out to the nearby bus stop on First Avenue. The usual stop-and-go Friday traffic appeared to be stuck on stop. From the open windows of a gypsy cab came the sound of an all-news station. “In other national news, a Defense Department spokesman said 18,000 of the 31,000 US troops ordered into Cambodia by Presid...
Ower the haugh and yont a glen there is a bonny dun Where the corbie flies agin the sky, afore the setting sun, Wi talloun and cracklings we sit doon and have a little drink And efter a wee heavy or two, we heat up a Cullen Skink, It'll tek ye frae all ye woes, nae matter what th' weather On the fair, we'll coorie doon, and make love among the heather No one but ye, my love would I tek to oor special place Where I c...
He stalked through the forest, eyes missing nothing. He'd been hunting for most of his life, stalking the beasts who stalked the world. How little everyone knew. How blind humanity was! Abel stopped believing in God a long time ago. All he believed in now was himself, his mission, and the fact that the apocalypse was on its way; and that it would be started by what he hunted. They were fell beasts, his prey. They looked...
Before there was we there was youAnd when you were young all was new.Do you think about that. I still do.Before there was we there was you.***Before there was we there was meAnd when I was young I was free.But I dreamed about you on my knee.Before there was we there was me.***Before I brought tears to your eyesThey had visions of stars in the skiesAnd they traveled in books and grew wiseBefore I brought tears to your eyes...
She trips over the tree root. She hasn't been looking down, but up into the treetops. Now she is on the ground with a twisted ankle.It's a mulberry tree, Moira knows that. It's filled with purple and red fruits, some covering the ground. The palms of her hands are dyed with the stain of the berries. So is her linen dress with the half sleeves and the calf length skirt. She winces slightly as she moves her leg. It feels l...
