It was called The Wail House. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room. However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Startled, I fell backwards onto the hard concrete. My hands scraped against the rough surface as I attempted to hold myself up. I stared at the rear of the vehicle... CLICK TO READ MORE!
The sun kissed her skin as a cool breeze brushed the hair off her shoulders. Anna pulled her sweater close to her as she walked along the trail, oblivious to the birds chirping overhead or the squirrels darting from tree to tree eager to stash their goods. She was cooped up indoors for far too long, and the exercise was doing her some good. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Frankly, she just wanted to go back home to her comfortable chair, with a cozy blanket and a warm cup of tea... CLICK TO READ MORE!
As I was dawdling on another new hire, the following letter was delivered to me by the Executive Director dated 30 days ago. Dear Ms. Lingerman: This letter is to inform you that your employees’ lack of follow through has been noted. This time-consuming behavior must stop and will be met with varying grades of discipline. Therefore, you must eventually end your employees’ procrastination by implementing the following punishments within the next day or so... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Today, I woke up to the sun streaming in my windows. The soft glow interrupted my dreaming state at the precise moment when the Prince was about to kiss me. How terribly disappointed I was not to touch his lips with mine... CLICK TO READ MORE!
It was whimsical little structure, seemingly right out of a fairy tale. Straight lines were non-existent, almost like a child had built it. There was an arched door that widened at the top, a railing that slanted toward the slide, a porthole that opened outward, and even a chimney that was more cartoonish than functional; leaning as if to puff out smoke like that of a dancing tugboat... CLICK TO READ MORE!
She came to know him as David. Serena had never seen a man like him before. She was a mermaid cursed to the sea, and he was a human destined for the shore. It was easy to live out her curse when men were lying, cheating thieves and deserved their watery graves. However, the moment she set eyes on David, her desires swayed, and she no longer had a passion for the song. Instead, her heart swelled for something more than the lyrical poison could ever give her... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Cynthia’s eyes blurred as she tried to focus on the paper in front of her. Pen in hand, her nerves tingled with excitement. She had waited for this moment most of her life. It was a natural transition, but she had no idea how intense her feelings would be on this day. She had spent many nights dreaming about living on her own, and it was something she wanted to do since high school. Now, Cynthia was about to hand over her hard-earned cash to someone she barely knew just so that she could have a place she could call her own... CLICK TO READ MORE!