Tamelia Aday

I ran across this in my WIP. What does it even mean? I have no clue. Anyone have these kind of gems buried in their stories?  He walked along his personal road like a visitor—passing through—a mannequin placed here, then there, looking the part of whatever needed done. He had been living some fantasy life and forgot his real one.

 An excerpt from WIP: Saving Eternity Within a few steps I reached the grass. Unspoken words stood between us. I grasped for something to say, to ask.             “Wait!” Edward’s voice cut across the silence.             I froze, pulling my coat tighter. A shiver of dread filled me. He came outside, his white hair blowing in the wind. His eyes darted about, as though he was afraid someone would hear. “It wasn’t an accident.”             “What?” I stared at him.             “Be careful, Adley.” He backed away and went inside. The door clicked shut.    

The neighborhood cat takes a break from his nap to read a few lines of The Filbert Ridge Miracle.   

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What I like best about crochet is making flowers and granny squares. Here are some bookmarks along with some favorite books.   

  His pen slipped, leaving a tiny trail of ink, smudging the words. The beauty they invoked, now held a smear of imperfection. The cabin sat cloaked in a haze of invisibility. Getting away, disappearing among the trees, wedged in a ray of sunlight shining through the window--his dream. The beauty flooded his being, but the trees didn't hold the souls he needed. They satisfied him for awhile, but now he found himself surprised that nature could only offer so much. That he actually needed people.