Cindy Calder
Bio
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
Stories (250/0)
Heather on the Moors
Her name was Heather, like the heather that was scattered endlessly across the moors. The moors of Dartmoor called to her, both in her waking hours and her dreams. Each night they beckoned as she slept in the comfortable bed that had once belonged to her parents. And each morning as she awoke, the smell of heather and a fine mist seemed to permeate the room, although she knew well enough that it was merely the remnants of dreams that lingered so.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Joy
Poppy stood in the moonlight, shivering at the chill in the late summer night. Pulling her shawl tightly around her shoulders, she stared at the small stone cottage before her, the heavy branches of the massive oak tree masking her image in the darkness. How she longed to go back inside, but she could not. She must leave and not return. If her mum and siblings knew the truth, for the rest of her life, she and her family would carry the shame. She had done the forbidden: she was going to have a baby out of wedlock.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Personification of Chocolate Cake
Zelda had revisited the Prose & Pudding Café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced
For as long as I can remember, I have felt much like the proverbial 'fish out of water' - as though I did not belong in the time or place in which I was born and lived. I can't really explain it other than to say that I have always gravitated to other things, people, and places with a depth and scope of feeling that is inherent in my soul, and yes, even in my body since I feel it through and through to my core. It haunts me and permeates every part of my life, especially as I grow older.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
The Magic Window
Sophie loved exploring, and today, she was making her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered by her. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of shopping with her Mother, but Sophie much preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit to wear.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
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