A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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The Last Load
Dear Laundry- We've had a good run, but I'm afraid it's time we part ways. The truth is, this job has become a nearly impossible, endless task and, while I appreciate the job security, I need to find more balance in life. I can't continue to plan weekend events around swapping loads. You've over taken everything and I just need to do something else with my precious time.
By A. J. Schoenfeld8 months ago in Journal
The Year I Grew Up. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
As my twelfth year commenced my biggest worry in life was the latest pimple that erupted from the middle of my forehead the morning of picture day at school. My most closely guarded secret was the name of the boy I had a crush on. There was nothing more terrifying than the monsters in the dark that I knew I was too old to still fear. The purest form of joy in my life was eating a bowl of ice cream on the back porch with my best friend and sharing a private joke that only we understood. Life was simple. Life was good. Life was about to change, completely.
By A. J. Schoenfeld10 months ago in Psyche
Secret Mystery Friends
Hi, my name is Ellie. I found your secret hiding place in the beech tree by the river. I promise, I didn't take nothin. But I looked at your collection and thought you had some tops stuff. I think we could be friends, if you want. I walk through here twice a week on my way to the market. I’ll check back for a reply when I come past next.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in History
Boxed In: Breaking Through. Top Story - February 2025.
We tumbled a short way into blackness before landing on a cold hard surface. Slowly the room grew lighter until we could see our surroundings clearly. As we looked around there was no longer any sign of the opening we'd come through. We were inside an eight foot cube and all the surfaces were mirrors. On all four walls, the ceiling, and the floor we saw our own reflections continuing on forever as the mirrors created an infinity loop. But slowly the trailing reflections began to change. They were still copies of the two of us, but now they were different scenes, memories of our lives together, and each wall seemed to have its own theme.
By A. J. Schoenfeld11 months ago in Chapters
Fresh Baked Love. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
There was always something baking in Grandma's kitchen. It didn't matter that there was a giant chest freezer in the garage entirely dedicated to frozen cookies, apple dumplings, butterscotch brownies, and, most of all, bread. It would be full to the brim and still the smell of fresh baked cookies or bread would fill her home.
By A. J. Schoenfeld12 months ago in Feast
Boxed In: Nothingness. Top Story - February 2025.
We both jumped to our feet. Instinctively, I reached for his hand. It had been so long since we had touched, I considered pulling away immediately. But he grasped it with fierce protectiveness and my heart skipped a beat at the memory his touch stirred. He once had been my safe place, long ago. I needed that now.
By A. J. Schoenfeld12 months ago in Chapters
Unplugged
The old mountain road wound through stunning passages of deep red and white layered rock, under brilliantly colored canopies of deep green pines mixed with soft chartreuse Aspen leaves, and past the soft tinkling cascades of miniature waterfalls. But in the backseat of the old green Jeep that trundled up the road, Hannah and Greg saw none of the landscape. Both had their faces buried deep in their electronic devices and ears blocked by headphones. While, up in the front seat, Joe listened with rapt attention as Tara pointed out different features and regaled him with tales of exploring these mountains as a young girl.
By A. J. Schoenfeld12 months ago in Fiction
Boxed In: A Night Out Ruined
Looking back, we could have avoided this. There were a thousand decisions and had either of us made a different choice we wouldn't be here. He'd tell you it started with me opening the mysterious box. But no, our problems started long before that. It's been months since we've been able to agree on anything and everything seems to go wrong. It was no different last night.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Chapters
