The Loving Wife The air feels warm and sweet against the skin exposed by my little dress. Sighing, I looked down at the fabric fluttering around my body, I had spent so many hours picking out this dress. So pretty and white, short and provocatively innocent. I had wanted him to like it so badly, to tell me I look wonderful. We'd been together for five years, married and consummated. It had been so lovely at first; the sweet kisses, the longing looks, love letters written and serenades sung. The proposal had been a wish come true, the wedding a dream and the honeymoon a time of ecstasy. It wasn't until the honeymoon ended and we came back to what I'd thought would be the blessing of married life that everything began to change. The kisses became so infrequent, the looks became hateful, the letters were torn to shreds and the serenades became shrieking, angry words.The Loving Wife by Notebook0601
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The House on Menlough Hill (The Return)The House on Menlough Hill (The Return) by tommyboywood
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* parts 1 and 2 now on audio: https://soundcloud.com/tom-woodliff/the-house-on-menlough-hill
I swore I'd never visit that old dreadful house again,
the one that sits upon the hill, where legends twist and spin.
It's been three years since I transgressed that hilly, weedy trail.
The dreams still haunt my days and nights; that awful, shrilly wail.
My sense of logic tells me that the voice was Mrs. M.,
escaped from the state asylum, e'er since been on the lam.
I don't believe in ghosts or ghouls or leprechauns and such.
Yet, what I sensed that fateful night still frightens me so much.
The thing that goads me onward in my foolish, silly quest,
is: How did Mr. Menlough die, and was his soul at rest?
Could it be his crazy wife had done him in unnoticed?
If she did the crime would be this town's most cruel and boldest.
I waited for a new moon eve when things were lit up well;
odd shadows cast on yonder hill, a distant clanging bell.
I make my way through brush and thorns just like I'd done be
Tables WaitedTables waited on her.Tables Waited by enigmaticsmile
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On any given Friday night there would be at least three groups of people in the waiting area of Campell's Family Cuisine Kitchen who only wanted to be seated in Naomi's section.
It was a bit of a headache for the Campells, because a lot of the other wait staff would quit because they weren't making good tips. Naomi was the gold standard, not that the Campells ever said that, and the other wait staff couldn't help but feel a little put off by her popularity.
None of them actually hated Naomi, mind you. Everybody loved Naomi. You couldn't not love Naomi.
She was sweet, she was patient, she was quick and never forgot anything that any customer asked for. When people thanked her for doing something nice, she always said "Oh, it ain't nuthin' that you didn't deserve." with a slight Southern lilt. And she wasn't hard on the eyes, either.
Naomi wasn't a bombshell, she just had that pretty look that echoed purity and kindness. Men, women, and children alike all found her