This week’s Story Starter teaser from Fandango is: As soon as he saw her enter the room, he got the distinct feeling that he should… As soon as he saw her enter the room, he got the distinct feeling that he should deter her advancement towards him by ducking out the back door. She was …
Photo by Vlada Karpovich on Pexels.com “Davina, breakfast is ready! Pronto!” Fiona hollered upstairs to beckon her daughter down to the table. “Mom, I’m not 12. I will be down in a moment. Can you get Sebastian’s food first?” Davina answered back from her upstairs bedroom. There were not many instances of the family getting …
Continue reading Sebastian’s Story – Part 31 – Breakfast Meeting
Image Credit: Reena Saxena She stood there with tears in her vivid sapphire-blue eyes waiting for him to see her expression and her torment from watching them together. Fawn Parker was not a stranger to having her heart broken in half, but Nigel's affair right in front of her face was too much for her …
Dinner was served at the big family table when Fiona, Finn, and Sebastian joined Lucas at the table. Lucas smiled at all of them when they sat down, and he welcomed them to the table, which was funny since the table and everything in the house was now Fiona’s property according to Davina’s letter. “Welcome …
Continue reading Sebastian’s Story – Part 30 – The Mansion and The Boy
Photo by Raphael Brasileiro on Pexels.com The features of his face silhouetted On the wall behind him As he sat distressed on the bed They used to share The galore of guilt was insolvent To the pain which he caused that night His feelings were clashing With the emotions deep in his heart He loved …
Photo by Albin Biju on Pexels.com Cooperate...comply... Words used to freely, no compassion When lives are at stake In a world full of oppression Screams ring out loudly in the streets Slaughters happen and get excused They echo in my sullen heart As society divides unpeacefully Clean slates, not existent No freedom of speech, censored …
I was dreaming and probably snoring when I was awoken by the crash of glass in the living room. Mind you, I sleep with my door closed, and I am the only one that has a bedroom downstairs in our family. When I rolled out of bed, with very sleepy and tired eyes, I grabbed …
The Arlington Hotel was a little over an hour drive southwest from the Roland Police Department, and Detective West wanted to commit to following up on the lead Finn gave about the matchbook when he collected his mother’s personal belongings. She had checked it out of evidence to take with her on her trip, following …
Continue reading Sebastian’s Story – Part 29 – The Arlington Hotel
“I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.”― Stephen King, Bag of Bones Brooke had seen enough “things” that it tarnished her view of her family and most people, in general. After seeing her mother on …
Continue reading Sebastian’s Story – Part 28 – The Picture and Device
Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com She lacked an abundance of goodness, only disappointment Luck lacking...in relationships, in careers, and in living Never enough, always discarded like trash Replaceable, expendable, unneeded... Pain fills her with a void, empty His impression still setting on her mind, conflicted Depression sets in, overwhelming sadness developed With each swish …
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