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Thorns: Ch 6

Something is wrong, Something has always been wrong.

As soon as dinner ended, I excused myself quickly. I needed to be alone or with Aqua. The pestering feeling deepened and I felt guilty, though I had no clue why. I did something wrong, something felt horribly wrong. I made it safely to the stables. The ra...

As dawn approached Carpenter drew the heavy drapes in his car to protect him from the rays of the Sun. He then took a seat in one of the plush chairs and recalled all the memories that the hypnosis had awakened and he wept. He wept at the memory of the de...

The Strange White Man 37

Carpenter's rebirth

As Carpenter sat in his private car awaiting the Sun to rise he recalled the memories that had just been awakened. He saw his Father and his trusted friend and teacher the wizard Felsar. He was happy to revisit these memories. That evening Brother Sebasti...

Jennifer: Veteran's Day

Boss and Jennifer are the same person, but this is the 1st story before the Boss Spin-Off.

A year after coming home..."Mommy! Mommy, my girl scout troop is walking in the parade tomorrow, do you wanna walk with us?" Kristi, 7, runs up and tugs on my shirt sleeve. Her smile is so wide and hopeful, I am conflicted in how to answer her. I know wha...

In Carpenter's mind he was racing backwards in time. The last 200 years passed by in the space of a breath and he saw himself as a small boy again. This was the English countryside in the late 1600rds and he was playing in the woods near his father's cast...

Golden Gate Days

A day in the life living in San Francisco many years ago.

I wandered Golden Gate Park, On one of the most perfect days. The air was clear, With my mind in a haze. The park was almost empty. Few people walked, Kids played games. I stopped to listen, a young man talked. He bored me, so I continued on. I saw anothe...

As I sit and look out the window My thoughts go right to you I see the rain and think Of making love with you I see the raindrops I think of your fingertips Playing on my body like A fine tuned instrument I love to watch the rain I can hear the loud thund...

Boss: Finally Home

This is one kinda from Boss' POV when she first got home from the war... Iraq/Afgan, fyi

(All of the "If You're Reading This"s comes from the song titled "If You're Reading This" by Tim McGraw. The letter was inspired by that song and "Letters From Home" by John Michael Montgomery as well as "I'm Already There" by Lonestar and "A Soldier's Me...

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You know that I love you You mean the world to me My love for you will never die It grows continuously So as I sit and talk to you Takes these words I say  Put them in your heart  Your're everything to meI sit and rock beside you I reach to hold your hand...

I Remember...

A granddaughter speaks of her sweet memories. Forgive me if I've divided my verses incorrectly.

I remember the sweet scent of my grandmother, ginger and honey, her long gray braid swaying in the breeze streams of curling white on a gleaming silver ribbon. I remember the tiny cabin out in the woods, a quaint wooden box in the shape of a home; picture...

An Old Toy Koala

Childhood confidant....

As I unpack some boxes,I come across an old teddy. Actually it is a koala, well worn and missing an eye. I can remember how it was  when I first got it brand new. It was soft fluffy and grey, carrying a small boomerang. Staring at this toy,I can remember...

Cricket the Early Years Part 8

Cricket opens her valentines and tries to find out who filled her locker.

Cricket stood dumbfounded looking at her locker, as her new friends crowded around urging her to open it. They wanted to see if anything special was inside. Reluctantly Cricket pushed aside the pile of rose petals on the floor. The principal and some teac...

As I sit alone no matter where I am I think of you and it all comes rushing back.  The memories I cherish and the love I gave up.  The first time we spoke, in a chat room filled with hope. Getting to know each other and learning to cope. With the past tha...