This is a sort of "metaphysical" story dating from when "transcendental meditation" was all the rage. It's a sort of introspective examination of the feelings engendered by the sightings of a particular girl.
Sounds weird, but isn't really. It's just, well...musings, as a story.
I have written a 10,000 word novella, titled “The Dainty”, set in 1969 Detroit; One day in an Irish Pub, and that day is Christmas Eve. The dysfunctional denizens of The Dainty plow through a fierce snowstorm, cocktails, and their personal baggage as Christmas Eve plays out before them.
Killian thought that they'd be together for eternity, Darcy has another idea.
Based on the Script's song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" (Taken into a literal sense instead of metaphorical).
Can love conquer all?
I am Rose Dawson, an average 18 year old young woman, with my own ‘so called’ freedom and I have the ability to vote, life is like one big chore, but hey who said life was easy, and my story is an interesting one;
All girls ask for the perfect…
Neville Longbottom, newly appointed Herbology Professor at Hogwarts, goes to Diagon Alley to buy some last minute supplies before he starts his new job. While there, he stops by the Leaky Cauldron, where he runs into former classmate Hannah Abbot. They begin to talk, and find that there's more to…