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LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
The hallway buzzed with the low hum of lockers slamming and the soft rustle of backpacks, but the most conspicuous feature of the day was the sea of masks that turned every familiar face into a muted silhouette. The school’s new health ordinance, enacted after a spate of seasonal illnesses, required every student to wear a protective covering that filtered breath and muffled speech, turning ordinary greetings into barely audible “hey” and “what’s up?” whispered through fabric. Posters plastered on the bulletin boards reminded everyone, “Keep a six‑foot radius and stay masked at all times,” and the principal’s voice crackled over the intercom each morning, reiterating the rules with a tone that blended authority and reassurance. Even the teachers, their own masks patterned with whimsical cartoons, moved from class to class with the same cautious choreography, stepping lightly and waving their gloved hands to signal “good morning” without breaking the invisible barrier that now defined social interaction.
By Forest Greenabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
“I’m thinking of going with a navy blazer and the silver sequined dress underneath,” Valerie announced, her eyes widening as if she could already see the fabric catching the party lights. Megan imagined the texture, the way the sequins would ripple as Valerie moved across the dance floor, and felt a surge of anticipation for the reunion that had been months in the making, each detail of the outfit becoming a promise of the night’s potential.
By Forest Greenabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 57
TUS NUA – ch 57 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Jules laughed and remarked to her husband, “Mickey, it seems a bit strange to now call our son “Finn” instead of “Baby Itt”. He’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. Don’t you agree?”
By Margaret Brennan2 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Joan, remembering the campus cafeteria’s infamous pizza nights, added, “Don’t forget the comfort foods—maybe a nostalgic ‘pizza and soda’ station for the younger crowd who remembers those late‑night study sessions.” Megan, always mindful of inclusivity, reminded them to consider vegetarian, vegan, and gluten‑free options, proposing a “food‑style” approach where several stations offered varied cuisines, from Mediterranean mezze to classic Southern barbecue, ensuring everyone could find something they enjoyed. Valerie, drawing on her recent research, offered to circulate a short pre‑event survey to gauge dietary preferences, promising to compile the data into a concise report that the catering team could use to tailor their menu. The conversation flowed from one gastronomic idea to another, weaving in considerations for sustainable sourcing, budget constraints, and the potential for a signature cocktail named after their graduating year, a playful nod that would likely become a conversation starter at the event.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Megan, feeling the momentum building, pivoted the conversation toward the most important missing piece: inviting Valerie, the quiet but ever‑present member of their trio who had drifted away after graduation. “Valerie’s been the glue that kept us connected through the group chat,” Megan said, her tone both apologetic and hopeful, “and I think we owe it to her to make sure she’s the first person we bring into the fold for the reunion plans.” She typed a quick message into the Zoom chat, asking the others if they agreed to send a personal video invitation, rather than a generic email, to convey the sincerity of their intentions. Joan immediately answered, “Absolutely—she’ll appreciate a face‑to‑face invite, even if it’s virtual.” Emily, already pulling up a draft of a short, heart‑warming clip, added, “I’ll record a quick ‘Welcome to the Reunion Planning Committee’ video, and we can splice in some of our old yearbook photos for a nostalgic touch.” The trio’s unanimous agreement sparked a brief moment of collective anticipation, as they imagined Valerie’s reaction to seeing her three best friends rallying together on screen.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 2 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 6
Dragging in Major Kohl had not been in the plan, but he was unsure why she'd bothered to find him in Texas. This wasn't her fight, and Nico wasn't her brother. In Rick Steele's distrustful mind, something about the Major turning on her command, and against the country, by sharing the truth with him, didn't sit well. As he hadn't stared a gift horse in the mouth, Major Kohl's revelations about Nico's accident were a blessing, but to Rick, it wasn't that simple.
By Jason Morton3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Finally, as they signed off, both women lingered for a moment, their faces still illuminated by the gentle glow of their laptops. “I’m really excited, Joan,” Megan said, her voice soft but sincere, “It feels like we’re not just planning an outfit, but stepping into a chapter of our lives together.” Joan’s reply was equally heartfelt, “Exactly—this reunion will be a celebration of everything we’ve become, and I can’t wait to see you, not just in a dress, but as the confident, radiant woman you are.” With that, the Zoom call ended, leaving each woman with a sense of anticipation and a clear vision of the attire that would not only dress their bodies but also reflect the journey they had traveled side by side for so many years.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
“Exactly,” she said, “we need something that says ‘we’re here, we’ve grown, but we still have a sense of fun.’ Maybe a subtle accent—like a lace overlay or a delicate brooch—could add that touch without overwhelming the look.” As they exchanged ideas, the duo began to outline a plan that balanced their desire to honor their past selves while showcasing the sophisticated women they had become, each suggesting a small victory against the lingering self‑consciousness that often accompanies reunions.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Finally, as the Zoom window began to flicker with the inevitable sign‑off prompts, both women shared a moment of quiet satisfaction. Joan smiled, “Emily, I think we’ve turned a potential conflict into an opportunity for connection.” Emily returned the grin, replying, “Exactly—this reunion will be more than a look back; it’ll be a celebration of where we are now, and the next chapter for our kids.” They exchanged virtual high‑fives, promised to reconvene in a few days to finalize the invitations, and ended the call with a hearty, “See you at the banquet hall—prom night and all!” The screen faded to black, but the excitement lingered, a testament to their collaborative spirit and the promise that the upcoming reunion, even sharing a date with the senior prom, would be an unforgettable night that bridged generations and honored every cherished memory.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
