Morning at the Vineyard A story from Juliette Kings Andrew didn’t remember much when the door opened with blinding light waking him from his sleep,
While the rest of the country was freezing Ramona was digging up her raised beds in Long Beach. She and her brother swore they’d never
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~ ~ Photo by K Zoltan from Pexels ~ ~ This year, Gina’s gift to her husband would be extra special. It had been…
Christmas Orphans (a short random tale) “Why do I have eyes of different colors? The brown eye is my own. The blue eye is a different
Some of you might have read this extremely short story before, but read it again. It will get you into a good mood for October.
Dear Diary, The sky is red with smoke and fire. There is a demon wind blowing as if it wants to take the roof off