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Venus
Venus: The Roman goddess of beauty and love; that was most certainly you. Venus. It was you, from the beginning. It is you, now. It will be you, forever. It was you right from the minute your soft, delicate hand so charmingly caressed my shoulder, when your hair (which smelt of fresh spring berries) flew back and there, your eyes met mine. How your eyes enlarged when you gave that soul destroying smile, and time as we knew it seemed to freeze. I noticed those crystal blue eyes gazing into my soul and I observed how the different shades of blue so beautifully blended as one. The look you gave was almost as pure as the ocean and I, was being taken with the tide. How does one possess so much power, that simply a look has you on your knees? It was then, though you were not mine, Venus, I was yours.
By Sophie Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
Going Home D. A. Ratliff I hadn’t planned on going there. Fate brought me to speak at a seminar in my home state, and the fact that I was only an hour’s drive from my old homestead gnawed at me. I tried to push it away, but the itch was there and needed attention.
By D. A. Ratliff5 years ago in Fiction
The Warning
Chimes tinkled gently in the breeze, and if you closed your eyes and listened, it might almost seem soothing, filling you with a longing for days long gone by. You might even remember idle summer days, playing outside in the fresh-scented grass or napping on the front porch with a cool glass of lemonade beside you, within easy reach.
By KL Marchowski5 years ago in Fiction
The Unfinished Hem
There was a noticeable frown emerging on her face that she tried to conceal. The sturdy scissors, with an orange handle, hung between her fingers then slid to the floor with a thump. Her shoulders slumped as she stared at the unfinished garment.
By Krystal Grant5 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 2)
"What does all of this mean?!" Carly was talking aloud, only to herself as she was frantically panicking over what just happened. She was so confused by what was going on that she lost her appetite, skipped lunch, and ran directly back to her dorm room to be by herself. "I mean, why did I see the same thing I saw in my dream, and why did I see it while I was WIDE AWAKE?" There were so many questions that Carly couldn't answer for herself and new she would have to find help. "Ok," she said to herself, "lets start researching first, there has to be something, somewhere about what this could all mean." Carly pulled out her laptop, choosing to start on the internet because, well, everything could be found on the internet, right?
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Fiction
Creating Happiness in Glass & Fabric
Create Your Happiness ** Friskars & Vocal I am a sculptor in hot glass of animals, birds and prehistoric glyphs such as rock art. The majority of my work is in glass and usually as glass beads which is how I earn my living. I started working on this series of work in March 2020. This first set of 5 are all birds with glass heads, commercial doll bodies, and outfits that I’ve sewn (am sewing) for them. I would love to focus my attention and time on this series of work. It is really difficult to make any sort of progress when each month I must concentrate making and hopefully selling enough beads to make expenses. Please understand, I love working in glass.
By Patti Leota Genack5 years ago in Fiction
