storytelling

She Knocked Three Times (a fairytale)

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Magic Brew by Loopy Dave

It was a Wednesday, the day I usually set aside for laundry. I had just finished steeping my tea and sat down to go over my assignment list for the upcoming week. With the whirling noise of the washer on spin cycle soothing my senses and the wafting smell of peppermint rising from my teacup I began to unwind and relax. I sighed a long sigh of comfort in knowing that all was as it should be when suddenly I heard three loud thumps coming from the laundry room.

I had not remembered putting shoes in the dryer though I suppose it was entirely possible as I do tend to daydream while sorting the dirty clothes and loading the washer. I got up and went to the laundry room feeling annoyed at myself for not inserting the shoe rack into the dryer. As I approached the room I realized the banging had stopped, but how could that be? Continue reading →

Oh No! (A tale of fiction)

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cutmypicShe checked again. It has to be in there! It was the third time she went through her carry-on.

“I really need to see your passport!”

She could hear how impatient he was getting. It has to be in here. It was when she left. And now it seemed to have disappeared. While she continued fumbling through the pockets and pouches of her carry-on she glanced up at the giant clock overhead… 6:43 a.m.!  She had two minutes to catch the tram or she’d never make it to the board meeting on time! Continue reading →

Faeries and Pixiedust

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faerieHe tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there. Never in his wildest fantasies did he think that bird watching would lead him to this. When he was just a child he begrudged his grandfather’s weekly ventures into nature’s unpopulated greenbelts, especially when grandfather insisted on dragging him along. It was boring, sitting quietly, looking through binoculars for hours at a time, waiting for that rare or unknown species to hop into their field of vision. He’d much preferred to be at home with Grandmother working on his numbers and letters, cooking, even doing chores would have been better than sitting around doing nothing. Sure, the outdoors were beautiful, the sounds relaxing and the feel of the breeze refreshing, but he wasn’t interested in birds, certainly not to the extent of wanting to hang around for hours waiting for a bird that might never show up. Continue reading →

Daydreaming

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beach-celebrationSitting on the rock, his feet dangling in the water. It was the place he could relax, where all the pressure was lifted off his shoulders. He wished, he could share it with her though. While his eyes scanned the ocean he wondered where she would be right now, what she was doing and whom she was with.

Caroline was never far from his thoughts. From the very first moment he caught her smile, heard her laugh, he was smitten. Such an old-fashioned word, “smitten,” but it fit. For Caroline, he did not feel the great pang of lust that had mislead him toward doomed relationships with tragic women. Caroline was different than any woman he’d ever known and when it came to thoughts of Caroline really all he wanted was just to hold her hand, have long talks, laugh, smile, share… and maybe if he was really lucky, make a life together, not today, but someday. Continue reading →

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

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stay or go
She was about to board the plane, close to tears and confused. He had brought her to the airport and the goodbye was not easy. They were only friends, but it felt like so much more. She knew what she felt for him, but she also knew it would not be possible. He had only just lost his wife 10 months ago and was still grieving. Although there was some kind of chemistry between them, it could just not be. Probably she made it all up. But what if there was more? What if there was love? Would it be possible? She would never find out if she would set foot on the plane which was due to take her back to the other side of this planet.

Everything seemed to be working against her. Maxima had been a good woman, a good teacher, a friend. It was not until the Persistent Pestilence took Maxima from them that she had even met Minutea, but there he had been, standing tall and beautiful, with tears running quietly down his face as he glanced down into the unseeing eyes of his now expired mate.  It was at that moment that she understood that this was the man her heart had been seeking, the man who held all the qualities she longed for in a mate. She had spent her entire life dreaming of this man, a man who was complete and self-assured, strong and yet tender and sensitive, wise and intelligent yet funny and goofy too.  And now when she had finally ripened and would be allowed to spread her legs and attract her mate it was too late. It was too late because the man of her dreams had already been shackled to Maxima, her teacher, and once shackled the yoke is permanent. Or at least that is the way it used to be before the last Turning. Continue reading →

Watching Time in Slow Motion

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They were standing on top of the mountain, overlooking the valley and the ocean. It was hard to believe that they were here after all they’ve been through.  Their struggles of the past ten months were something her parents said she and Troy would never be able to overcome and yet she believed in Troy and she believed in her marriage. They loved each other passionately (her friends said too passionately).

But wait!  Maybe it wasn’t hard to believe, after all!  Love conquers all, Alyssa knew that in her heart-of-hearts. In fact, that was the mantra that has kept her going through the difficult times. They had not even been married a year yet. Marriage takes getting used to, it takes commitment and it takes compromise. She just hadn’t been agreeable enough, she knew this. After all, Troy had told her this on numerous occasions.  She had everything she needed to live and breathe, she had Troy. He was her best friend, her confidante and he knew how to take care of her and keep her safe. Continue reading →

The Device (a short story)

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the chairHe looked around. Where did she go? She was just standing next to him and now she was no longer there. Panic started to take over! How could he have lost her! How could she have disappeared so quickly? And how would he be able to find her again here and now?

They had not prepared for this!  In his wildest imagination he never really thought they were onto something. It was true that Sheila was smarter than he was, it was also true that sometimes he felt emasculated by her. He was the follower in the relationship and his family had lost respect for him because of it. But she loved him and he loved her and, besides, he owed her. Continue reading →