Each year, at the back corner in the garage, he would carefully rummage through a tall and teetering stack of slightly compressed cardboard boxes searching for that special little Christmas display.
It was the first year without him, so an eternally grateful family found within themselves a rejuvenating sentimental bond which lit their undying tradition for the nonce and future generations.
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Written by Edward Roads
While dancing gracefully alongside genteel gentry at the invitation-only gala, she unassumingly accepted continuous compliments about her ornately grand and gleaming gown.
After reveling in the enchantment of the evening, she knelt to draw herself a bath and happenstance gave notice to an undeniable elegance in her glistening reflection.
(This is a follow-up to Mytwosentences 77)
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Written by Edward Roads
As they began fancying homemade pie for dessert, engaging and light hearted conversation descended into pointless, self-serving argumentation which uncontrollably pinballed around the table.
During this frenzied ruction of wrangling words, the youngest grandchild innocently wondered why nobody bothered to stop speaking and start listening.
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Written by Edward Roads
Bone chilling wind and swirling, swelling snow seemed to subside when I spotted the inviting glow of a familiar A-frame home near the bend in the road on Sugar Plum Lane.
The family inside had been baking holiday cheer, so when the decorated door opened presently, I was greeted with many savory sweet scents and the warm welcoming arms of Mr. Gingerbread.
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Written by Edward Roads
Temperatures are tumbling and flurries are flying yet the sky is widening, as if opening up its majestic arms to welcome a reconditioned season for a warm winter hug.
Beneath this unfolding fuss, a single slender tree stands silent, as the gloaming autumn surrenders itself to the jabbering yaff of true chilling frost.
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Written by Edward Roads
I went outside, beyond the terrace, to see the toil that had taken place.
Energy that was put in a pile sits dormant, awaiting hands that could ignite a true ignition in us all.
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Written by Edward Roads
The grandparents had a comfy cozy home filled with generations of family who had come to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of an endearing duo that always made time for each other.
As gathered guests patiently waited, the elder twain took their love on that daily walk which was a cherished time to trade soft kisses and secretly enjoy a special togetherness found rustling with the leaves.
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Written by Edward Roads
Bustle and bravado defined a thriving workplace where creativity walked between buildings, as a medial watercourse of flowing energy fueled the furnace of enthusiasm.
When the slowing motion of life-bringing blood stopped feeding the heartbeat of inspiration, a pusillanimous panic quickly became an empty, stagnant echo along a polluted, currentless river.
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Written by Edward Roads
The horribly disfigured, eyeless face staring directly at me from a filthy, shadeless second floor window wasn’t necessarily there.
Costumes and candy fueled caterwauling continued on the crowded concrete steps, while that gruesome enigmatic image appeared to peer at nobody else.
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Written by Edward Roads
They hadn’t actually seen each other because the whimsy of wind and distance was playing cat and mouse with the favorable airflow of a fortuitous path crossing.
While minding the meandering momentums of the day, a mutual, steadfast spirit stayed true and led them to this marvelous moment of a simple handshake.
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Written by Edward Roads
A street beacon amid the twiggy branches ignites into incandescence when the dim doorway to dusk becomes an evening exhibition of developing darkness.
Illumination from the lamppost rides piggyback on commuting characters whose sidewalk shadows slide out from underneath their steady stride and elongate into the night.
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Written by Edward Roads
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