Post Craig’s Good Ending. Smashley accepts an invite to a cul-de-sac get together, eager to finally meet the person who’s taken her vacated spot in Craig’s heart. Craig x Dadsona ft. Hugo x Damien. ~2k.
yard was already bustling by the time Ashley pulled up at the end of
the drive. As soon as she climbed out of the car Briar and Hazel came
bounding up to her; each was gabbling over the other as they jumped
into her arms and she tried not to drop them.
woah, girls! Come on, you know I’m not your father, I can’t bench
press you both.”
let go, and she knelt down to pull them into a bear hug. It had
barely been two weeks since she’d seen them last, but they were still
in that stage where they were growing almost before her eyes.
girls, mom’s had a long drive and needs to take advantage of Mr.
Christansen’s excellent grillmanship, but after that you gotta
catch me up on all the gossip, yeah?”
dad and Lucien’s dad have been going on dates!” Hazel burst out.
Clearly she’d been waiting a long time to break that news to someone
hit her sister on the arm, “Shhh, we’re not supposed to know
they’re so obvious about it!” Hazel said indignantly. Ashley
scanned the crowd and spotted Hugo and Damien by the food table. They
were, indeed, cosied up rather more intimately than she was used to
seeing from them.
grinned and ruffled Hazel’s hair, “If they tell me I’ll act
surprised. Maybe you should too, huh? Now where’s your dad and your
sister? I should say hi before I dive into the snacks.”
pointed over the opposite side of the yard where Craig was deep in
conversation with another man. They were laughing about something,
but even from a distance Ashley could see something in Craig’s smile
that went deeper than some funny joke.
pulled her girls in close, “So is that him? Your dad’s new
Some people have a way of arranging everything about them, so the objects take on not only their own meaning, and a relation to the other things displayed with them, but something more besides – an indefinable aura that belongs as much to their invisible owner as to the objects themselves. I am here because Brianna placed me here, the things in the room seemed to say. I am here because she is who she is.
Gilbert laughed and clasped tighter the girlish hand that wore his ring. Anne’s engagement ring was a circlet of pearls. She had refused to wear a diamond.
“I’ve never really liked diamonds since I found out they weren’t the lovely purple I had dreamed. They will always suggest my old disappointment.”
“But pearls are for tears, the old legend says,” Gilbert had objected.
“I’m not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I’ll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy.”
But tonight our lovers thought only of joy and never of sorrow. For the morrow was their wedding day, and their house of dreams awaited them on the misty, purple shore of Four Winds Harbor.
IMG_1165 by visit-prescott Via Flickr: Fall colors and Halloween decorations on Mt. Vernon Street in Prescott, AZ.
Mt. Vernon Street has a great collection of old Victorian homes and is locally famous for attracting thousands of trick-or-treaters for Halloween.
I’ve updated the Saint Greer Island map with where the lots released should go so we can keep track. It also helps other creators making lots now which space are available and also what they don’t have to create.
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Moved by a mixture of habit and compulsion, I pushed open the door to her room and clicked on the light. Some people have the knack of objects, and others haven’t. Bree had it; scarcely an inch of wall space showed between the posters, photographs, dried flowers, scraps of tie-dyed fabric, framed certificates and other impedimenta on the walls.
Some people have a way of arranging everything about them, so the objects take on not only their own meaning, and a relation to the other things displayed with them, but something more besides—an indefinable aura that belongs as much to their invisible owner as to the objects themselves. I am here because Brianna placed me here, the things in the room seemed to say. I am here because she is who she is.
…For some of Brianna’s objects, the relation to her was obvious—pictures of me, of Frank, of Bozo, of friends. The scraps of fabric were ones she had made, her chosen patterns, the colors she liked—a brilliant turquoise, deep indigo, magenta, and clear yellow. But other things—why should the scatter of dried freshwater snail shells on the bureau say to me “Brianna”? Why that one lump of rounded pumice, taken from the beach at Truro, indistinguishable from a hundred thousand others—except for the fact that she had taken it?
…I said a silent good night to the ghost of my absent daughter, and put out the light.
The Waring House at the Denver Botanic Gardens is a haunted mansion with interesting stories. The house was built in 1926, and was home to the Campbell family. In 1958, Ruth Waring bought the house and sold it to the Denver Botanic Gardens. The house is built on what was once the cities cemetery. Once the house was even sinking because of the countless bodies buried under the foundation. The house is known to have many spirits, including an aggressive male spirit who pushes people down the stairs, and the spirit of a boy who appears in a mirror. The house has a secret passage way, where paranormal activity is said to occur.
*** I remembered some of the important things I was told on the ghost tour I took a few years ago, as well as some very little information on the hauntings I could find online. Also I took the photos. 👻