Morning after monotonous morning he wandered about wearing untied black boots, grubby work gloves and a small knit hat which exaggerated the size of his ears.
Before beginning the chaotic afternoon collection of discarded bottles and cans, he crouched near the foot of his favorite tree to momentarily ease a weary yet undefeated sense of being.
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Written by Edward Roads
The paperboy looked more than once as he pretended not to notice the broken teeth of an uneven staircase.
Even trick-or-treaters wouldn’t walk the steps that screamed worries and uncertainties to those with or without costumes.
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Written by Edward Roads
For far too long, she found herself subdued by the pungent stench of truculence simmering alongside countless seasonings within the broad bouillabaisse of society.
Despite the cynics seeing her billowing positivity as pure floccinaucinihilipilification, she had permanently removed the foul smell from her stagnant soul through a simple daily embrace of one thing wonderful.
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Written by Edward Roads
Every morning, once the programmed coffee maker finished brewing, a middle-aged widow and her adored stepdaughter sat at the kitchen table to reflect on a lost love who left the precious gift of geminating inseparability.
After helping with the breakfast dishes, the doughty little girl ran outside to water her three favorite flowers while the novice homemaker fell against an empty sink clutching her anniversary pearls.
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Written by Edward Roads
Day after monotonous day, Old Man Winter relentlessly wielded his unyielding wand to summon a persistent hodgepodge of pitiless elemental ferocities.
He slowly descended the ascending stairs of spring seeking hibernation from the vernal thaumaturge who initiated efflorescence by bestowing her benevolence upon his wake.
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Written by Edward Roads
An air freshener-like smell of pine, from the abandoned mill across the street, continued to linger above what was now a simple shallow pond devoid of aspiring hockey players.
After several spirited weeks of perpetual ice, the boys with blades, as they were called, knew mother nature had finally put the kibosh on another season of camaraderie and kinetic kinship.
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Written by Edward Roads
Morning sunshine splashed across my face as I dawdled about the pelagic place where crowds bustled and weighty trade ships once docked.
The sway of this me and my shadow moment was magnified by the frothy freshness of salty sea air which instantly invigorated an otherwise ordinary nature of breathing.
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Written by Edward Roads
Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
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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
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
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