Seeing the Sights

A short story by Rosemary

In the summer of 1905, in a rural area of western Pennsylvania, two boys were born into the Wenger Mennonite community on the same day. They were pretty typical kids, and they went to school together. Played together. Worked together, and determined that when they went on rumspringa, it would be together.

Leroy was born in the morning of July 2^nd, and Eduard, later that night, and they considered that it was God’s will that they be friends. They loved each other like brothers, and when they were eighteen years old, they left home, and went to Philadelphia on their Rumspringa.

Lady Luck
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It is the dream of millions, but for us it came true. We won the lottery. The three of us, toiling away quietly in the huge warehouse where I had gone to work for a month or two and ended up staying 6 years, won the lottery. Me, with old man Gus, and little Paul, won the big one. 54 million dollars in one lump sum. $18,000,000 each.

If You Wanna Touch Her, Ask

To Not Let Go

Chapter 3.3

Paula and I were quickly separated again. I was taken into an outbuilding behind the palace. I have no idea where they took Paula or if I would ever see her again.

Enchantment Park
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Have you heard of it? Enchantment Park. A place where children can be in their favorite fairy-tales.

I suppose it is more of a girl thing than a boy thing. The big attraction is the princesses. They are always described as being “serenely beautiful” and “larger than life”. What little girl would not like to be alongside them?

Rudy strolls through life looking for the right opportunities to express herself.

“And now, breaking news. Police in Anchorage, Alaska are searching for a girl who escaped from the hospital last night. Police have set up a hotline for anybody who has…”

Charles and Eugene frowned at the news report. “It’s been three days and nothing. The whole city losing gravity for a brief moment should have been front page news all over the world, but it’s been barely mentioned. How the hell is that possible?” Charles muttered to himself, sitting in the hospital’s waiting room with his and Eugene’s families.

Delicate pattern laid out soft and lovely
Feels so enticing on the fingertips
To feel the garment on the loin would be heaven
But Gehenna bars Entreduex from the skin

Heaven or hell
Tracks cover with snow
Silk or cotton exclusive yet elusive
For these are not for the likes of I

Gehenna Entredeux on wedding lingerie
Entredeux in Dress with crinoline flair
Flowing skirt hugging bodice
Empire waist puffed sleeves
Sweet heart neckline
Tears

Cheer Coach
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

To me, it was a natural extension from gymnastics. At college I was a gymnast, but injury put an end to my career.