Will You Be My Valentine?
Written by Trina Mioner The teacher, Ms. Reed said to bring in twenty-two valentine’s day cards, one for each student in the class. She said they did not have to…
Written by Trina Mioner The teacher, Ms. Reed said to bring in twenty-two valentine’s day cards, one for each student in the class. She said they did not have to…
Written by Tara Clark He’s bald with a small tuft of white hair on each side of his head and stands about 5 foot 6, though it’s tough to tell…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann I don’t know what got into me this morning. Maybe it was the bright sunshine warming my body as it broke through the budding leaves on…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann His shoulders were slightly hunched forward, not like he was weighted down, but more so like he was sad. He wasn’t a tall man. He would…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann Catherine walked the grounds of her grandmother's garden in a quiet reserve. Pale pink roses bloomed on towering pushing, filling the air with their musky and…
Written by Susan Brooks Lightening streaked across the sky and the house shook from the thunder. The trees seemed to bend completely over from the wind that never seemed to…
Written by Susan Brooks Emily made her way down the aisle to a pew on the far side of the church. It was still early before Mass and there were…
Written by Esme Shane Colleen cursed when she saw traffic stopped on the freeway. Her traffic app indicated the road was closed several miles ahead so there was no reason…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann I like to crochet a lot. For me it is a type of therapy. The repetition of the knots is healing for me by distracting me…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann You could say it began with a phone call, but I know it started with a wish. It wasn't a typical wish where words are callously…