To Your Great Love
Lana V Lynx - Unofficial Challenge
Hello, my name is Paula, and I am John's ex-wife. I don't know why I was invited, but I was. What did John and his new wife, Cathy expect me to say. Cheers to the way you always have treated your sons, and cheers to the way, you always made our sons, seem second fiddle to Cathy's daughter, Cindy. But this isn't about the children is it, it is about yourselves, and your great love. I trust that now that you have tied the knot officially, you will have the decency to send your child support here on time. Cheers!
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Susan Payton
I love to write in every venue. I am 75 years old and try to make every day count,. I am learning a great deal about poetry on Vocal, and I am glad to be here.
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To The Groom
For those who don't know me, I'm Carley, and this toast is for the groom, Matt, or should I call him the wedding specialist, God knows he's been at the Department of Marriage License Bureau enough times. According to the lady who works there, fourteen times to be exact. This toast is also for Nicole, someone who finally got him to the alter, my hat's off to you, or should I say, my garter belt. Matt, you should recognize it from when you took it off me, when we were together. "Many Happy Years Together, if you last that long. Anyway Cheers!"
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Pandora’s Burden
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
By J. Otis Haas2 days ago in Fiction
Black Shuck
Every man fears the fire, and yet every man carries fire into his home. Every woman learns to keep the flames tame, so that she might cook and warm her babes, and every woman knows the scorch of a sudden flare and the burn of a thrown ember. Every child learns to draw near, but not to touch. Even dogs know how close they can go, how far to stay away. Only the cat sleeps without fear of the flames.
By Hannah Moore2 days ago in Fiction
My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 days ago in Humans
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Ouch, poor kids. Hopefully, child support will be coming :).
Wonderfully written! Perfect for the challenge!