Simple words' Stories

The Letter

2008-07-10T16:35:00Z

He walked down the stairs into the garage. He dug his keys from his pocket and jumped into his uncovered convertable. The engine roared to life and he sped out onto the empty road.

He drove mindlessly. He knew exactly where he was going. He had driven there too many times before.

He parked the car into an empty spot and just stared at the shore.

He could almost see her here, imagining her smile at him from a spot on the beach next to her surfboard.

He slid out of his car and walked to the spot he knew well.

The place right off the beach where the sun perfectly hit in the afternoons. It was private but with the ability to watch those passing by.

When he arrived there, he saw something unusual. A piece of paper pinned to a palm tree fluttered with the breeze. Shakily, he read the letter, almost dropping it from the beginning,

My Dearest Carter,
If you are reading this, I’ve already left. I’m sorry things had to end this way. I wanted it too work out more than you know…

Call Me Layla

2008-07-10T15:59:25Z

Will tapped his foot nervously on the tile floor.
He hated first dates and hated blind dates even more.
So why in the world did I agree to this? he wondered, well, maybe because I’m beyond desperate.

But why was he complaining? The girl sitting across from him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She seemed cool and confident but had this alert look about her.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t think of a single conversation that would not make him look like an idiot.

“So,” he started uncertainly, “what do you like to do….”

Before he could finish his question, an explosion sounded from across the plaza.

“Get down!” she ordered while pulling out a small pistol from her purse.

Before Will could ask for any explination, the woman grabbed him from under the table and led him behind a brick wall a few hundred feet away.

As if he had asked his questions aloud, she answered, “You can call me Layla. I’ve been sent to protect you Mr. Moore. You know something we need.”

Box of Memories

2008-06-25T17:03:28Z

Marianna rummaged through the box of old photographs for the few pictures she had hoped to never have to retrieve again.

She hadn’t wanted to revisit the memories then and didn’t want to have to do it now.

But her granddaughter had asked and Marianna owed a good explanation to her, no matter how hard it would be.

Marianna’s history was in these boxes of photos, stories of her childhood and family were resurrected in these small portions of captured time.

Then, she found them.

She lifted the few photos from the rest, leaving a small void in the box where they had been removed.

Marianna cleared her throat before beginning,

“You see, Jenny,” she swallowed hard as the words she had practiced for this day left her, “it all started on a cool summer’s day, just like today…”

For the love of money...

2007-10-23T01:08:46Z

He sat up in bed, mindlessly flipping channels. Nothing seemed to be on T.V. tonight. Maybe because it was 3 A.M. Whatever the reason, he needed to find something to stop his racing mind.
His thoughts seemed to be on his life. He had no explanation why this was happening tonight but, all of a sudden, everything he had seemed worthless. His seemingly perfect life had caused him more trouble than he could imagine.
He glanced over at his sleeping wife. He was always taken back by how lucky he was to have someone as beautiful as her. How many years had it been? 20, 22? He couldn’t seem to remember. Why had she stuck with him? He had never been with her as often as he should’ve.
Work had become his priority. Everything else had fallen 2nd. His business had made millions but what had he lost in the process?
His life had offered him the luxuries he could have never imagined but what were the consequences earned in his
American Dream?

Her Mistake

2007-10-23T00:09:10Z

Dahani walked down the hall humming a tune she had heard minutes ago in the dining hall.
“M’lady..” she heard behind her.
She turned to see the new captain of the king’s guard walking past her.
“Hello, Sir Remore. How are you this evening?” she asked him politely.
“Wonderful, Your Highness,” he said as he turned around to face her, “I enjoyed dinner,” he continued,” you are quite the host. It has been an honor to get to know you.”
He is so attractive, she thought.
“As to you. Well if you’ll exuse me, i must retire.”
As she turned to leave, he softly grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
“You are quite beautiful, M’lady.”
She pulled away but he pulled right back.
“Let me go, Sir, or I’ll scream and your punishment will not be pleasant.”
He smirked and she shuddered.
Suddenly, she heard heavy boots turn the corner. They both looked to see the towering figure of the king. Before Amitri could see Remore’s face, he was gone leaving Dahani alone and with no explaination to statify her husband.

The Tests

2007-09-10T21:04:42Z

Dahani leaned over the balcony to get a better view of the scene below. The five men were in battle stance, waiting for any attack.
The trainers went to the boys full force, trying them in all the areas they would need for battle. Dahani had always loved watching the final tests for the potential king’s soldiers.
They were the best of the best and all hoping for a chance to serve the king. At least, that’s what she always would make sure of. They were protecting her husband.
Dahani, Queen of Hestora, loved her husband. Amirti, she was convinced, was the best man a woman could ask for.
Her thoughts were broken by the rush of women to her side, obviously coming to watch the tests as she was.
But they came for another reason. The new possible captain was attractive and avaible. A supposedly looking for a bride.
She smiled as the women around her giggled and whispered about who he would choose.
Putting her attention back to the test, she was shocked at who the captain had his attention on.

Her.

Dahani's Story II

2007-08-21T00:27:51Z

Dahani took one last look at the castle behind her then turned around to face the task before her. She wasn’t going to turn back now.
She rode with her two personal guards towards the area where the army was supposed to be stationed, not knowing what would greet her.
After 3 days, they found the tents of hundreds of soldiers prepared to stop any sign of an uproar.
On arrival, she requested to see the king as quickly and privately as possible, a request that was immediately carried out.
Dahani was escorted to his tent and went inside, alone.
She saw at him standing across the room for the first time in months. Immediately, every wall that had been between them fell. Dahani ran to him and was greeted with open arms.
The love that had always been between there was reunited in that moment and an understanding passed without words that they would never leave each other again.
“Amitri,” said Dahani, “I love you.”
“I know, my love, I’m coming home,” Amitri responded.

Dahani's Story

2007-08-03T00:53:06Z

“It’s just not the same anymore, Dahani. We need to stop this before it destroys all we’ve worked for.”
Dahani kept her gaze over the lake and mountains out the window and said, “If only I could’ve kept him from leaving then we would have nothing to worry about, would we?”
Layla did not respond. She knew that man was the only one who could stop this.
But he was miles away fighting in what seemed like an endless war created by hate and jealousy decades ago.
“Dahani, you know what you need to do. I know you’ve put it off as long as you can but there’s no way we can much longer. Please, you’re the only one who can convince him to return. I plead to you on behalf of the entire council. We need you to do this.”
Dahani knew she needed to but he had left so suddenly and never gave her a chance to explain. Now with the present danger to them all, she knew she had no other choice. She shifted her gaze to Layla and nodded. It was her duty to bring back their leader.
Her duty as the wife of a king.

The 17th Summer

2007-07-25T21:48:07Z

Carter leaned his arms on the railing of the house that overlooked the ocean. The sun was beginning to set and it seemed that he was falling with it.

“How could I have been so stupid?” he thought as he placed his head in his hands, “how could I have let her go?”

The summer had held so much promise: a job as a lifeguard, a brand new car, and a chance to win the girl of his dreams.

Carter was popular, well-liked, and known for being the tough football player. His family owned a few hotels on the coast which brought in a good amount of money. He was practically raised in church and had strong Christian parents.

He promised this would be the best summer of his life. But then again, he wasn’t that great at keeping promises in the first place, was he?

His thoughts drifted back to her again. He had messed up and had no idea if she would ever give him a second chance. And at that moment, he didn’t care how tough he was supposed to be.

Carter Williams was crying.

The Dock

2007-07-25T21:16:49Z

Ever since Mary was a little girl, her father would take her out to the lake. It was there they would go out on the boat with the family and spend all day in each other’s company.
Afterwards, Mary and her father would sit on the dock and talk about anything and everything. They had a close bond that some girls missed out on. She was somewhat of a tomboy and never minded doing some of the things the boys her age were doing.

As she got older, the lake visits got few and far between. It’s not that she didn’t want to go but her life was so full of school and social events it seemed that the lake days never found a spot in her or her dad’s schedule.

But it was there she escaped to the days after the one boy she was sure she would always love called off the wedding. Her father was the one who held her as she cried and took her out on the boat with the family who loved her.

Years later, her children accompained her and her father on that dock to make the memories that Mary would never forget.

The Wedding Day

2007-07-24T21:31:28Z

She was gorgeous, at least, that’s what everyone told her.

But that moment, she felt the most hidious person on this earth. The bruise on her arm told her as much.

Brad wouldn’t be home for another 4 hours, enough time for her to fix his supper and clean up the house a little. Being the lawyer he was, his hours were long and he was always tired when he got home.

She glanced at the calendar in the entryway to the kicthen.
Only 6 days.

6 days until she was going to forever be with Brad. Forever. That word seemed to echo in her mind over and over. Why had she put up with him for this long?

‘The real question is,’ she thought, ’ how am I going to stand him for the rest of my life?’

Forever. The word re-entered her mind.
Her life was never supposed to end up this way. She had big dreams and high hopes after she finished high school.

But those dreams died the day Laura met Brad Sherwood.