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That's a Lot of Bull
Summer was ending. The group would soon be headed off to college or full-time jobs. Their carefree time was slipping away. The challenges and pranks increased as the days grew shorter. Tracy went along with the group, but she was always the last one in and the first one out of any of the shenanigans they got up to.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
Au Lait!
Santiago hails from Barcelona, Spain – never meek or mild-mannered; he is the king of dramatic. So dramatic so, he trains to become a professional dancer daily. His skill set includes many dance styles: tango, flamenco, salsa – but his dance of choice is the Paso Doble, practiced eight-plus hours religiously with his partner, Emma. When he isn’t dancing, Santiago listens to EMO music. He loves to apply guyliner in the mirror or has his stylist use guy lights and switch up his hairstyle on the weekly.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Fiction
Desi and the Dream
In 1933, cheers filled the streets of Pamplona. The adrenaline and excitement were overwhelming to everyone near and far of the event. Desi Baldwin took a long drag from her gold-plated cigarette holder. She leaned over the small balcony and took in the moment. She wasn’t sure of the customs in Spain, but she knew this moment was unlike any she would ever witness in her life again. She traveled with friends across the sea on a whim.
By Stephanie Colella 5 years ago in Fiction
Dreaming in the Light
RUSHING TOWARD THE LIGHT It’s amazing how fast a person can drive when there’s a long stretch of highway, lots of time, and minimal traffic. Sarah blazed down I-95, leaving her life in Georgetown behind. Working in the nation’s capital during election season had been grueling, so she was taking a much-needed break from the pressure of running her busy political consulting firm. She’d chosen to visit her grandmother in Georgia, where sweet memories of peach cobbler and iced tea could be rekindled.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno5 years ago in Fiction
Rodeo Romance
Praying to God, he’d stay on for longer than those 8 seconds, Reuben held onto the ornamental clasp at the end of his bolo tie, it was his mama’s. As he held onto the rose covered clasp he asked his mama for guidance, a ritual he did each time he was about to enter the arena and he had worn it every day since her passing.
By Shahnee Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
Blue and Bullish
The sounds of carefree people enjoying themselves was all around, but Ali could barely hear it. All that got through to him were muffled whomps, right out a cartoon from his childhood; that and the sound of his own footfalls. He passively wondered how many months or years of work the people around him had put in to gain this reprieve. He’d been to this paradoxical city before; with its old buildings but glowing ambiance. A wave of warm memories flooded Ali’s mind and for the briefest moment the whomps turned into words. He heard laughter and chatter, and for the first time that day he looked up and took in his surroundings. Then just as quickly as the uplift had come it was gone, and he was nearly pulled over backwards by the weight of the jar in his backpack.
By Al-ameen Ishola5 years ago in Fiction
The Estranged Wife Part 5
George Harris’ POV Sarah insisted to go with me to the site office today. She said she had some documents for Alex and David to sign. I volunteered to bring the documents and have them signed because I was worried that she wasn't ready to see Alex after the confrontation that happened on the previous day. She was unusually quiet during our breakfast this morning. I wanted to ask her about what happened yesterday but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Sarah would tell me everything if she felt the need to, I assured myself. We were both speechless halfway through the site.
By Jem Ricafort5 years ago in Fiction
Trip to Pamplona
The sun sets in a beautiful hue of golds and pinks along a quite street in Pamplona, Spain. I stare at the beginnings of twilight, lost in thought to how disappointing this trip has been so far. My husband, Francois, had invited me on his company trip to Spain. He had to go to the annual meet and greets to schmooze some colleagues and make sure his name was still remembered among the board members. When he invited me onto this trip, I had a grandiose vision of us strolling through Pamplona, listening to street musicians strum their guitars. We would explore new historical places, dine on food not found in our own country, and have romantic evenings that would end in sweet kisses. However, I'm now wishing I had stayed in France.
By Victoria Blitz5 years ago in Fiction
Underneath the Pear Tree
“Meet me at our spot under the pear tree tonight” I carefully fold the handwritten letter up and hide it in my pillow case. If my parents found out about Izzy, I could lose everything as well as bring shame on my family. We used to be close friends growing up, but after her father’s scandal their entire family were shamed. Honestly I didn’t mind, she and I would meet up often by the pear tree. It started as friends but over the years, friends started to grow into something more. I loved her… I do love her. Ever since her father shamed her family we would meet to talk about ways we could escape, but there always seem to be things making it feel impossible.
By Kalina Davis5 years ago in Fiction
