As Nancy gingerly slid the hair comb into my French chignon, she patted my hair and occasionally glanced at my face to make sure the hairstyle suited me. It was my wedding day. Then Mom burst into my dressing

I sat across from him at a candlelit table. The restaurant was beautiful, not a place I had expected him to bring me. Not a five star place but somewhere in between with a natural, calming ambience. A

Esta es mi entrada al concurso #TopFiveFamily Observa, Piensa, Escribe, coordinado por @lanzjoseg. Imagen propiedad de @lanzjoseg Para escoger: papas al horno o pan tostado Para completar el plato principal,

The Prophecy of the Closet That Must Not Be Opened Peace, as any philosopher will tell you, is simply catastrophe that has not yet found the time in its schedule. Sunbeam. Windowsill. Silence so complete

The tingling sensation moving through her tiny veins alerts her that the sun will soon be up. The forest daughter smiles but it fades quickly at the sound of a creak barely audible. It reaches her through

Woof, woof!

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

**An imperceptible three-second shift in an atomic clock unleashed global panic. What happens when the technology driving the world loses its rhythm? A gripping look into the chilling reality of invisible

Not my job?

For a price.

imagen Historia imaginaría creada en tan solo cinco minutos, con toques de realidades

The Chapter Before..... Shari was a fledgling, burnt to a crisp and desecrating in the belly of the Underworld when Derek's ancestors found and rescued her. It took two decades for her to shed the charred

Outrage on the page!

As Derek crashed through a wall of wet ferns with his black cloak torn at the shoulder, he heard the distant whistle of an arrow and ducked before it pierced the branch above his head, splintering it.

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Lily Cupid and Peony Cupid sat on the ledge of Maggie Knightley's office window, their wings neatly tucked behind them, wondering why the arrows of love they had shot at her and her colleague, Albert Rimmer,

After a decade in Houston, armed with her luggage and the confidence of someone who believed she remembered how things worked in Nigeria, Chioma drove calmly to shop at a supermarket. Her confidence lasted

Raymond country.

Athena knew something was wrong when her pen refused to write. It was no ordinary pen but a fountain pen lined with a sliver of bark from the oldest oak tree in existence. She had no memory of how it came

i’ve wrote out the bible, we have six locations, there is lore. something else on the side lines that i’m building out. i might have to order 10 x $120 ($1200 a month) 5 gig lines and combine them. mount