With feet pounding on the fast-moving treadmill, her light brown hair bounced behind in happy little waves. Her deep blue eyes sparkled in the evening light shining through the window. With lightly tanned skin and a dusting of freckles across her nose, she practically shone from the inside out. Of course, it could have been the sweat, but I tend to think the prior. With only half a mile left, she ...

Frank the goose

came frankly and sterner still

and rapped my door with his shrill bill

then answering his stare I asked

_is not this matter alike the last? _

Yet, with a nod, good Frank did sigh

recalling former days gone by

from when he barked to mow my grass

and I told him to kiss my

“Ask!” I said, with furrowed brows

and so he did with goose-like growls

“I’ll mow it down for twenty bu...

Sitting on the wooden porch were two rocking chairs. One empty, one holding a boy sipping from a glass bottle. The porch was a dark brown with authentic wood, which after years suffering through hurricane seasons, had splintered. The boy wore a cap, black and facing the right way. The white fabric hung off his shoulder, made for a man far bigger than he was. Around his waist a plaid red jacket tie...

Somewhere in the Midwest a woman is washing dishes. Her name is Cherie Blair and she has alot on her mind. Tom her husband is at work. Recently, Tom’s father James passed away. James was a grocer all his life. With Tom as his only son, the business has passed to him. Cherie and her husband have made a life for themselves in Clifton but Tom thinks they should sell up, move to Rouge and look after t...

Paige stood in silence, her forehead resting against the inside of the wardrobe wall. Surrounded by clothing she stood inside a box full of shoes. Hidden in darkness, she took silent breaths while listening for footsteps. Where had Frank gone?

….. Two Hours Earlier …….

It was boiling. Sitting on the couch, the pathetic breeze from the small fan did nothing to cool Paige. Perfect domes of glist...

Summary of story: A girl who is devastated from her sisters death meets a duck which changed her view on life in many ways she never expected it to.

I close my eyes at 10:00 pm on Friday night.

_I see a vision of me, Ivy and dad going downtown. Ivy is extra excited because we are letting her show us the new slide that they just put into the park. Ivy loves slide and I hate them, but I’d do any...

(Sorry this is so long lol. Thanks for reading though :) Also, this does mention depression and suicidal thoughts. Just a TW!)

“I’m not depressed, Mom”

Because I’m not. I’m just a girl who likes to write really sad poetry. Is that so bad?

“Honey… you were diagnosed with depression. Whether you think you’re depressed or not, you need therapy.”

I had it all figured out. Yes, my mind has been in ...

Gentle clouds of steam rose from Todd’s World’s Okayest Dad mug. Linda was out at a quilting bee, the boys were at friends’ houses, and the farm was quiet inside and out. Glowing, the fire had settled into embers. He shooed Edison from his favorite chair with his book on World War II’s cavalry. Just as his bottom grazed his chair, a volley of knocks sounded. Sloshing himself with hot bergamot tea,...

Some days I sit out on my porch, a beer in hand, and watch the sun set.

I have never done it with company like this before though.

—

I came out, tired and ready to watch the sun melt over the horizon, but someone was already there.

“Hey mate.” I say, staring at the goose with the beer can.

“Oh hiya there, me name’s Frank.”

I swore for a while in finding he could speak, but then I sat. We watc...

I slammed the door shut, wondering what the heck is going on and why a talking goose named FRANK of all names is standing on my porch. Maybe I got too into the wine tonight?

“Who is it?” My wife calls from the kitchen.

“Just a goose, his name is frank and he wants to come in. He talks,” I call back seriously.

She laughs. “Shawn, there is no such thing as a talking goose named frank. You’re bein...