Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
Stories (250/0)
The Gift
“To err is human; to forgive, divine.” – Alexander Pope The desire for revenge is a built-in facet of human nature, and science leads us to the conclusion that the capacity for forgiveness, like the desire for revenge, may be yet another facet of human nature. Forgiveness and the lack of forgiveness can be akin to a double-edged sword, and each cuts thus. If one does not forgive, it only serves to eat away at one's essence, like a stonecutter’s hammer and chisel, slowly chipping away at the large slab of marble. But to forgive also deeply cuts into one’s armor or marbled essence, leaving a long lasting scar as it is not an easy thing to achieve, especially under the worst of circumstances. Herein lies the story of true forgiveness, attained when it was previously thought to be lost or unattainable – a double-edged sword disposed of by melding it in the hottest of fires or by bestowing it upon someone like the Lady of the Lake in Excalibur for safe-keeping. Each is an action that will serve as a protective measure to safeguard one’s being and everlasting dignity. Speaking with the conviction of experience, to do so will surely set one free and create a feeling more divine than nearly any other fathomable thing.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
The year was 1910, and it was a cold winter’s night. Arthur sat before the fire, rocking and smoking his pipe as he listened to the giggles of excitement that came from the next room where eight of his ten children slept. The youngest two, twins, were already asleep in he and his wife’s bedroom. His wife, Anna, was with the eight older children, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to calm them so that he could begin his annual Santa Claus masquerade. He shook his head. She certainly had her work cut out for her. What child wouldn’t be filled with excitement on Christmas Eve? She might have to threaten them within an inch of their lives to achieve such an endeavor. Arthur laughed softly under his breath at the thought.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Window
Sophie loved exploring. She made her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her today in favor of shopping, but Sophie would rather trek through the woods than pick out a new outfit anytime.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal City
I’d finally done it. My heart was bursting with emotions to which I could not lay a name. My lifelong dream had manifested into a reality, and what a wonderful, amazing, and unforgettable reality! I’d waited years for it, and it had not disappointed in the least and was just as I’d always known it would be and had been more fulfilling than anything imaginable – save giving birth to two children – in my lifetime.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The River
Amelia had lived on the river as long as she could remember. The home had been her great-grandfather’s before it was her grandfather’s and then eventually her father’s. Now it was hers, and the love she felt for it was immeasurable. There was a sentimentality in the home but also a depth of reassurance from the surging, winding river that ran along it, stretching to provide a serenity and sustenance for all who resided nearby.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Southern Roots
Camilla had lived in the South all her days. She was now twenty-nine years of age and still single, which was an unheard of occurrence in the small Southern town she called home. All of her hometown friends had been married for several years and most were parents of at least two children. Camilla didn’t understand the prerequisite. She’d finished college and decided upon returning home because her mother had been ill, but since doing so, she’d been chastised by family, close friends, acquaintances, and even strangers whom she did not know beyond a nod of greeting, for not ‘settling down’.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Visitor
Meagan had known since she’d moved into the new house one week earlier that she wasn’t alone. Yes, it was a very old house, and yes, she was an empath. She not only picked up on the emotions of living humans but also on the emotions emitted by souls from the other side. It was nothing new, and something she’d experienced since the age of five. The abilities had grown perpetually stronger over the years, and at thirty-five, it was not unusual to sense something out of the ordinary no matter where she was, but especially in an older building.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Rising Like a Phoenix
In the late afternoon each day, Tessa walked the cliffs of Cornwall, looking out upon the vast ocean as she awaited the return of her beloved sea captain. The Trevose Head Lighthouse stood at the ready, able to provide guidance to any incoming ship out on the seas. It had been over a year since she’d seen The Sappho draw near, but she held steadfast to hope as she waited, walking amidst the flower encrusted cliffs high above the lapping ocean’s waves.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Gift
The year was 1910, and it was a cold winter’s night. Arthur sat before the fire, rocking and smoking his pipe as he listened to the giggles of excitement that came from the next room where eight of his ten children slept. The youngest two, twins, were already asleep in he and his wife’s bedroom. His wife, Anna, was with the eight older children, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to calm them so that he could begin his annual Santa Claus masquerade. He shook his head. She certainly had her work cut out for her. What child wouldn’t be filled with excitement on Christmas Eve? She might have to threaten them within an inch of their lives to achieve such an endeavor. Arthur laughed softly under his breath at the thought.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Parisian Café
Giselle sat at the small table in the Parisian café where she was waiting for her date to arrive. Jacques should be along any time now. Paris was a very busy city, as was Jacques, and it was quite possible he’d been held up by unforeseen events at work. At any rate, she was sure that he would be arriving shortly. He had promised her, after all, that tonight would be a very special first date for the two of them. They had been working together for a year now at the book store, but they had never been on an actual date before this evening.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
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