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Mirror of Conscience-Chpt 1b “We really should call a cab, or at least let me drive home, Jake.” she had pleaded, hating the glazed look that filled her boyfriend’s eyes. The night had started out well, as it was their one year anniversary. And he had planned out the perfect night. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, a nice bottle of Bordeaux. Hand holding across the table and sweet chocolate kisses.Mirror of Conscience-Chpt 1b by ~IndieWrites
After dinner had come to a close, Jake had suggested that they go dancing at a local club, and usually, Gwen would have said ‘no.’ She disliked the packed dance floors, really loud music, and the constant innuendos passed on by the male patrons. Since
Mirror of Conscience- Chpt 1a “ Oh my god! Oh my god! You can’t be serious. He said that?” Allice Cane squealed, covering her mouth with her hand and trying not to laugh. Her large brown eyes were alight with mirth and she twirled her finger through her short, curly blonde hair.Mirror of Conscience- Chpt 1a by ~IndieWrites
Gwen Lance nodded her head and struggled to suppress a laugh of her own. She rolled her water bottle across the table and then rolled it back, her long fingers almost caressing the plastic. Eating lunch with her friend was always a highlight of her day. Despite the stress of being a first year professor at the local university, the vivacious young woman loved her job. In all actu
Mirror of Conscience-Prelude 2 Thoughtlessly, she wandered around her rooms, snapping at her servants and glaring at nothing in particular. Her inner peace now disturbed beyond repair, she waited for the one small hope that her request would be answered. Folding her hands mutely in her lap, she watched by her window, refusing food and company for weeks. The house hold shook their heads and whispered that she had finally lost her mind.Mirror of Conscience-Prelude 2 by ~IndieWrites
“Where is she?!” She paced her floor, shrieking in anger. “How can one woman manage to disappear?”
Opening her door, she targeted the first servant she saw. “You!” she yelled, causing the poor woman to jump
Mirror of Conscience -Prelude1 There was something about this time of year that had always sent chills through her. The changing of the leaves, the dead falling in brilliant reds and yellows, scattered their last hopes on the floor of the earth. The whistle of the wind calling to all who would listen, claiming its stake on the season’s change. The sense of death, and the promise of rebirth, dug in fresh graves with rakes, and waiting to sprout again with the rains.Mirror of Conscience -Prelude1 by ~IndieWrites
Yes, a chill she felt.
Even with the fire crackling, singing its bewitching song, driving the night’s cold away, she felt the chill in her core. As she stirred her tea, the tendrils of steam cre
Winners of "Where Is The Heart?" Contest:heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart:
After 142 entries; 5 judges; 2 weeks; and numerous cups of coffee, tea, milk, and other assorted liquids, the judges selections have been made. And the winners of "Where Is The Heart?" Contest are finally ready to be announced.
This task was by no means an easy one. The level of talent in such a variety of medias, with just about every genre represented, the DA community's response to this event was overwhelming. Each entry was wonderful in its own realm.
However, there can only be a few winners. So without further adieu... Here are your winners!
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WSS by ~RiseofDarkFireWhere is the Heart? ContestWith Valentines Day just a few weeks away, many are thinking of a special someone and love. But there is more to love than just the warm fuzzy feelings of romance. Love takes on so many forms in our lives.
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So here is the challenge: Where is your heart? What or Who touches you in the deepest sense? Show Me :heart:
OPEN: All genres. There will be three winners from three
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