CaitlinDBurnside

JUST ANOTHER DAY ANNE woke up to the soft sound of birds chirping outside her window. The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm light across her cluttered room. She blinked lazily, feeling the weight of another day pressing down on her. With a sigh, she swung her legs out of bed and padded to the bathroom.  EVERY morning was the same. She turned on the tap, letting the warm water fill the tub. As she soaked, she thought about all the things she needed to do. Work was waiting for her, piled high with papers and deadlines. Yet today felt different. Today, she felt a flicker of hope.  AFTER her bath, Anne wrapped a towel around herself and walked to her bedroom chair. She slipped into her favourite stockings, the ones that made her feel a little more put together, and stepped into her worn-out shoes. She took a moment to glance at her reflection in the mirror. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself.  AT THE office, the familiar hum of printers and phones gr...

Yes, when you open old boxes or, in this case, check out old USBs that still work surprisingly well after so long... I was living alone with our munchkins, my husband was once again away on a work assignment for another six months. After my day was done — taking care of bills, doing kitchen chores, cleaning the house, and most importantly, homeschooling our children — and finally looking after our pets... It filled up the days with fun and laughter, helping to keep the loneliness at bay. Thank goodness for our children. They were the reason I woke up each day with a happy heart. They were my whole world, my joy, my happiness, and my love during a really tough and lonely time. To make a long story short, I started writing again, just like I did in my early days when I was a loner at school. Creative writing was my extra activity from the very beginning, and I kept doing it all through my whole education. Whenever I wrote, it was a way to get away from real life. I made up worlds far fro...