A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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The Lull of a Windless Day
The sun climbed high into the sky, filling the air with light and heat. In the fields, boys wiped sweat from their brows and glared angrily at the sun. Women hid on their porches with their crying babes, trying to find a little relief in the sparse shade. Plants withered in the blazing heat as mud dried into cracking cakes of dirt. Without the cooling rush of wind, nothing seemed to enjoy the heat of the sun.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
The Waltz of a Windy Night
Wind perched sullenly at the top of the cliff, anxiously looking for the next great adventure. Darkness began falling across the land. Deep in the heart of the forest, a light began flickering cheerful orange and bright yellow. Both curious and hopeful, Wind swooped down for a closer look.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
Destruction of a Windy Day. Top Story - October 2024.
Far off in the distance, behind the cliff where wind perched, the mountains settled into rolling plains. Across the horizon, a wall began forming, dark and ominous. Made of an entirely different type of cloud then those that rain played in above the ocean or the fluffy ones in whose folds the sun snoozed. Wind knew that hail hid in the dark folds of these vapors and electricity sizzled, waiting to be set free. Storm had come out to play and wind eagerly raced from the cliffside to join in.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
Misadventures of A Windy Day
The clouds in the distance grew darker and more ominous. They gathered conspiratorially over the ocean and rain began to fall gently. Wind should not go play with the rain and the ocean. The three caused great mischief together but today a little mischief might be just what the wind wanted. Plunging from the top of the cliff, wind sped off to join the rain as it danced gracefully atop the deep blue waters.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
Adventures of A Windy Day
Wind blew listlessly through the deep green forest, rustling the leaves on the trees half-heartedly before sweeping across a nearby meadow to bend each blade of grass gently in a reverent bow. It soared high into the air, weaving through a waterfall on the far side of the meadow, carrying a cascade of mist across the delicate blue and ivory flowers that grew along the edge of the little stream below. Then it raced through a tunnel high on the mountain side, moaning hauntingly. But the restless wind soon tired of such childish games and came to rest on the edge of a high cliff with a mournful sigh. There was nothing to do and worse, no reason to do it.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost to the Darkness
There was only one rule: don't open the door. In case we forgot, it was secured shut with a rusty old padlock with no key. But, we never considered opening it, not after seeing the terror in Grandpa's eyes when he told us not to. We knew there was evil enclosed in that cellar.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Horror
In Your Life, I Love You More
The cool Spring air wafts in through the sliding glass door as the sun drops lazily behind the purple mountains in the distance. I wrap a soft quilt tight around the tiny boy nestled in my arms and he nuzzles dreamily into my shoulder. He's been fussier than usual tonight; his first night without his Mommy. My heart swells with satisfaction that he wants me to cuddle him. He wants me, his awkward teenage aunt, not Grandma, not Booga. It's probably because I sound just like Mommy to him. But whatever the reason, I'm more than happy to indulge my sweet little nephew.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Families
Run, Little Girls, Run
When I was grown up I wasn't scared like this. But today I'm small again, a little girl just six years old playing with my best friend Jess, her sisters, and mine. It seems like a typical summer day with the sunlight streaming through the front window and bathing the five of us in warmth as we laugh together with our Barbies spread out around their living room. But my heart is pounding in my ears, my mouth feels dry, and the little hairs prickle along the back of my neck whispering to me of unseen peril. I try to focus on the fun we're having, but I can feel the danger lurking close by.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Fiction
Let the Whispers Lead
Rays of sunlight streamed through the green canopy above me, bathing everything in a soft welcoming glow. A gentle breeze fluttered through the branches kissing the back of my neck with its welcomed cool touch. I could hear the leaves whisper to me as they rustled in the wind.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Fiction
