Familiar light from her ongoing baking lit the eyesome white landscape which held heightening hurdles of sastruga like distance markers to our destination.
While we trudged towards the inviting warmth of grandma’s house, an airy sweet aroma of scratch made ginger crinkle cookies cordially enveloped us.
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Written by Edward Roads
Urgency ushers itself upon us when the choking embers of camplight give way to the disorienting, dilating dusk within the woodlands.
Faint echoes amidst this forested twilight imminently become the crunchy, gelid compression of nearby footsteps that taint the sterility of fresh fallen snow.
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Written by Edward Roads
She effectively navigated the snowfall by zealously spinning her spoked wheels with a careful compliance to common sense.
As the masses were crossly cursing every shovel full, she noticed how the sun seemed to surreptitiously slide out from behind an unrolling barrel of clouds.
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Written by Edward Roads
Each morning, after putting on an overly cumbersome and slightly itchy robe, the old man walked to the porch.
After several, wonderful generations, his comfortably worn chair sits in remembrance of a truly loyal man who never forgot the meaning of family.
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Written by Edward Roads
With tears pouring out of their eyes, three restless children huddle together on the living room sofa while blurrily witnessing an inevitable fruition.
Leaving a thickset trail of lifeless brown needles, the center of merriment was mercilessly dragged across the kitchen floor and deposited on a sunless sidewalk.
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Written by Edward Roads
A biting blast of wind, across an icy snow-laden park, forced the tightly bundled couple to take pause on a frozen metal bench.
The inclement surroundings were instantly subdued when direct eye contact confirmed the interosculation of their devoted hearts.
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Written by Edward Roads
Everyone of them flew in with no pretense and ultimately all unkind words were forgotten.
For the very first time, breakfast with serendipity opened our hearts to caring for something greater than ourselves.
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Written by Edward Roads
I was drawn into the vespertide by a beacon that ceremoniously illuminated the pillowy plush falling fantasia.
On this niveous night, the insignia of the season spread itself like an unfurled white comforter filled with evanescible down.
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Written by Edward Roads
After frenetically completing a citywide bounty search, four brothers protectively parked their push transports in an off street lot for the disadvantaged.
Even though this year had been challenging for the family of four, they realized remaining close together would provide the best possibility of procuring a paddlewheel to their prosperity.
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Written by Edward Roads
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
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