My eyes grow weary as I stand before the stone. I have visited it many times before.

The visits don't come easier as time passes by, only knowing what lies before me, to know what he had done for his country and fellow man.

I remember the years before. Days of playing catch out in open fields near our home, each having to run farther as we tried to best or outdo each and every throw.

Chapter 20 Linda has some memory problems

We were sitting cuddled on the living room sofa listening to some music when I handed Wishes an envelope.

"What's this love?" She asked looking at the plain white envelope with just her name written on the front.

"Why don't you open it and see," I said grinning as Wishes opened the envelope.

Well, bet you never suspected another chapter of this so quickly; surprise! Expect more of this, It's both challenging and a blast to write.

Enjoy.

‘Lest we Forget’

By JulieDCole

A short story on Remembrance Weekend.

You decided then?

Well I don’t have much choice do I?

But you’re not fit enough or strong enough, just look at you.

Sorry I have to go. It’s important. I have to say thanks and be there just for him.

A story about a mom we might wish we had, a father that describes our worst fears, and a personal resolution asserting self-identity.

After surviving an unexpected and brutal encounter with a monster, a young man is drawn into the world of the Val Kyr.

Sixteen Feet of Steel Chapter 12

*Before…

It’s kind of fun breaking these old class rules.

It’s very fun when we’re slowly starting to mix the two styles together…a few more turns, use the circle to switch a partner to the right and add a clap after the snaps as we step back towards our partners.

And then it’s late and the lights are burning low when the fiddles and violas start singing out that up close and personal waltz music and I’m finding myself really close and hands holding hands with Alaan once again and he’s…he’s very, very handsome and I’m feeling…and he’s so large, bigger than me in this good way and he’s smiling just from having fun but he’s looking at me…he’s looking at me in a way that makes me want to blush and makes me want to want things.

And then he makes me twirl.

*And Now…

Mommy's Little Fudge Packer

By Melanie E.

Inspired by a recent comment by our own Gwen Brown.