Comments on: a fictional story

By: Sisser

Sisser — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:58:12 +0000

Aww, Mrs. Tami. See, Em, you need to come home.

By: Tami

Tami — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:04:39 +0000

Across the street from the little cabin was a sometimes lonely old woman. The woman would look out her front windows or sit on her porch staring across at the little log cabin in the woods. Often times, the cabin was lonely also. It was left unattended and felt unloved. Other times, the cabin was filled with people, happiness, and love. Sometimes the love was for the little girl with the lonely heart who moved away…sometimes it was the sound of children roaming the rooms….sometimes the love was even for the obese dog that stole it’s pillows and took them to the little old lady across the street. The little log cabin knew that she would lovingly wash the pillows and place them gently back on her swing so that when the lonely girl returned home everything would be in its place.

The little log cabin knew that she only had to wait patiently. One day, when the little girl no longer had a lonely heart, but her heart was filled with passion, adventure, and love, she would return into the comfort of her inner rooms. The little log cabin waits but only for the woman to return filled with life so that her life (the cabin’s life) will be filled also.

By: Trava

Trava — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:46:39 +0000

The beat of the heart is the rhythm of journeys taken far away and the road taken home again. With every thump the heart remembers home and you’ll return, I have no doubt. The stories you’ll bring with you and the experiences that you’ll share will be worthy of a great book that I want to read. (HINT HINT)! Feel the love and feel the hugs!!!!

By: Robin

Robin — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 15:43:45 +0000

Fall is here. The smell of woodsmoke is heavy in some places and makes me wish so badly for woods and solace. I want this wherever I am, however. Nature and solace. And the opportunity to enjoy it. Luckily this will still be available here in Pontotoc county for our generation, at least:)

By: chowle

chowle — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 05:52:13 +0000

Actually, it wasn’t so long ago nor so far away. And you can always go home – - that’s the wonderful thing about a sense of place called home. You can always go back.

By: Clif Mims

Clif Mims — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:48:02 +0000

Hang in there!

By: Deanna

Deanna — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:34:05 +0000

Feeling a little homesick?

I’d love to travel the world over….but in the end I know I’ll always want to return to Longview/Pontotoc.

By: Stephen

Stephen — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:28:11 +0000

Fiction?

By: Summer

Summer — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:03:37 +0000

Beautiful, Emily. Absolutely beautiful writing. Can I be your agent?? I could quit grad school and go to law school instead.

By: Lou

Lou — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:11:34 +0000

Em, this is precious. Happily ever after….at home. Home is where ever you are happily ever after.