The air was sweet, heavy with the scent of ripe, cloying fruit. The sound of buzzing near the pomegranates that swayed and hung low in the heat was distracting me enough that the woman’s pulse thudded against mine, the salt of her blood splashed its way down my throat like stolen refugees running for asylum in the new land of a foreigners body, was background noise to the glare of the sun. It felt like my pores were squin...

We're off once again On our holiday. A week gone by already So much fun every day.   To make our time better You know it makes sense If anyone is annoying They must pay ten cents.   Our first day we drove down To swim in a lake But we got stuck in the sand In four by four for goodness sake.   People got out their cameras All were crying out haha I glared at my Uncle And said, "Put ten cents in the jar."   Our next day at...

They said there would be snow for Christmas, but it just kept on raining forming a veil of tears for the virgin birth, as I see that Fir or Pine tree standing there representing a vision of Paradise. Looking like a vision of angel fire in its lights and tinsel, and knowing that children around the world are impatiently counting hours and are tossing and turning restlessly in their beds for that late night visit. For that...

"These things suck!" I turned and looked at the girl who stood beside me and raised an eyebrow in question. She gestured at the garishly decorated gymnasium. "This! It sucks!" She pointed at Jessica Wheeler, the head of the junior varsity cheer squad. "These things are designed for girls like her to have a good time." She then gestured between the two of us. "And for girls like us to be reminded of what losers we are." Th...

All Hearts Come Home for Christmas The small window afforded little in the way of a view. Not that there was much to see; it was snowing like crazy outside. As I settled back into my seat with a sigh, the thought that some icy catastrophe would result in the plane crashing crossed my mind. It didn’t make me any happier about the vacation that had been imposed upon me. A glance down at my hand caused another frown. The rin...

Children are so excited for Christmas Day The countdown has officially started Santa will be embarking on his sleigh The children hope Santa is bigheartedAre they on the naughty or nice list They’re hoping they have made the cut The older Children wonder if he exists This makes them anxious in their gutsThey’re acting all sweet and nice Listening to what their parents say Hoping their wants are not too overpriced Being re...

Dramatic skies, dark grey on blue, Beams of light where the sun shines through. Tarmac black and shining wet, Engines quiet, not turning yet. Climb the steps and find a seat, Stewardesses, prim and neat. Seat belt on, engines whine, Spooling up, it's nearly time. Slowly back, out from the gate, Moving now, no time to wait. Engines louder, moves away, From the buildings, long and grey. Turning left then to the right, Engin...

The days leading up to Mother’s Day were miserable. I was about forty months pregnant, or that’s what it seemed like at least. It didn’t help that my ankles were the size of my head and that I ached everywhere. Combine that with the intense heat that Texas was already experiencing and you had the perfect recipe for an epic pity party. I missed my husband. Robert was with the Army’s 1 st Armored Division and stationed at F...

Chapter Nineteen: New years On new years day Ethan stepped outside his room and walked to the lobby to find out the mansion had transformed again. But this time it was much more different than on Christmas. The lobby had grown 20 times in size, maybe more, and no longer had a pool or hot tubs; it was now like an open street in a massive city. Things were a little dark like it was night time but there were paper lanterns f...

Chapter Eighteen: Christmas On Christmas day the mansion was transformed in a spectrum of colors that rose from the ground and covered the walls, ceiling and everything inside the mansion. Everything these colors of light washed over transformed its surface into something new entirely. The monotone walls changed into vibrant hues of red and green. Sparkling ornaments on diamond strings hung from the ceilings. And massive...

One of the best holidays I ever had Was when I was fifteen When I spent ten days on New Zealand's South Island. After landing in Christchurch And getting our luggage  Then going to pick up the car We headed down south. Stopping at two glaciers Admiring them with awe They were spectacular,  But had to continue down further I guess you'll agree. Spending the most time Based out of Queenstown, Where I went jet boating On the...

Oh, there’s naught like a poem for the holiday No matter how ponderous the tome. If you want to be happy in a special way, Find yourself a well-written holiday poem. .................................................................... Go find something by Longfellow or Whittier Or maybe a sonnet by the Bard And if that’s all too heavy for your palate, Dear Then just settle for a pretty greeting card. ........................

Such an array of colors fills the air, making everything beautiful. Vibrant colors fill the air like small puffs of clouds. Everything is in disarray and chaos, and yet somehow harmonic and orderly. I merely stand in awe at the spectacle, the festival of colors has begun. A vivid purple, a rich claret, a dusky green, all in the air collide with other colors. Each color thrown into the air or at others, soon blurring into...

Cass was lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was summer, and she’d been looking forward to it, but this year, there was nothing to do. She heard her parents’ footsteps as they came up the stairs, so she slid under her duvet. The door opened and in walked her father, followed by her mother. Let me take a minute to tell you a bit about Cass. She was a seven year old girl who had flame coloured hair and sparkling...

This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family.Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a rich, fruity tummy, and a delightful dusti...