Your Cozy Corner of Crinkly Tales
Mommy Knows Best – Chapter Twelve – The Tightening Net Morning arrived slowly, a soft light pressing through the sheer curtains in their bedroom, painting everything in pale gold. The scent of fresh coffee drifted faintly through the air, mixed with the warm, comforting aroma of cinnamon toast that Samantha had already put in the … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter Eight – Planning the Summer Trip The morning sunlight spilled softly across my bed, brushing over my face and making me squint against the brightness. My plush, still clutched tightly in my arms, smelled faintly of yesterday’s sun and the soft, worn fabric I had carried everywhere. The warmth … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter Six – The Morning After I woke with a start, the remnants of a bad dream clinging to me like a second skin. My chest felt heavy, and my limbs seemed weighted with the fog of sleep. For a moment, I couldn’t even remember where I was—just a vague … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter Four – Sunset Storytime The beach had changed so much by the time the sun began to sink that it almost felt like we were on a different shore. Earlier in the day it had been a blur of motion and noise—kids racing with buckets and shovels, teenagers running … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter Three – Ice Cream & Tiny Mishaps The air smelled like salt and sugar. That was my first impression when we stepped onto the boardwalk. The tang of the sea rolled in on the breeze, mixing with the buttery scent of popcorn, fried dough, and something sweet I couldn’t … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter Two – Poolside Giggles The pool shimmered like a giant blue mirror under the late afternoon sun. After the beach day, I thought I’d be used to the warmth, the brightness, the steady hum of summer, but stepping out into Samantha’s backyard felt different. The sand and salt air … Read more
Summer of Soft Sunshine – Chapter One – First Sunlight Splash The summer air smelled different that morning—warmer, saltier, alive with a kind of brightness that felt almost too much for me. I stood at the edge of the boardwalk with my beach bag strap digging into my palm, trying not to look as tense … Read more