“Stories from the Heart” is a book of short love stories, written by Storyheart over several years. Previously enjoyed by many thousands on the Internet, this book makes them now available to a wider audience.
The stories are short enough to read over a cup of tea or coffee or whenever you have a chance for some quiet time to yourself. Yet long enough to bring a tear to your eye or a smile to your lips.
Written in style that many find easy to read and enjoy, in words that paint a picture enabling the reader feel they are part of the story.
All are there for you to enjoy, and all are written “From the heart”.
Now heard on Radio and seen on TV throughout the US and the rest of the world..A must for any person reading..
It had been a long couple of days, and sleep leaden eye lids felt like they were being propped open by matchsticks, as once more I started to try and scan the skies. I did not know what I was looking for; all I had was a memory, a beautiful memory, and the soft feel of a kiss that still tingled on my lips. Sleep was not far away, and with it would come the memory, the happiness and once again the pain. Then, the whole cycle would start again, the constant scanning of the skies and the searching for an Angel. When had it started? Days, weeks maybe even months ago, I tried to think, it had been one fine spring day, letting out a little laugh, hell it had only been last month. I had been walking through some small hills, I was on a spring vacation and enjoying the countryside, the weather, and just being with nature. The day was fine, the sun shone and I was at peace with the world.Suddenly, as can only happen in England during the spring, the weather changed. Before I could gather myself and start heading back to the safety of the inn where I was staying, the hills were covered in mist. I made my way slowly along the path, as I went further on, I found myself lost, totally utterly lost.I came upon a small cave in the hillside where I decided to rest until the weather cleared, I was not bothered, I had food and water if it came to it. I settled down looking out into the mist, breaking off a piece of chocolate. As I gazed into the mist and munched on another square of chocolate, the mist made the shapes of the rocks outside look like all kinds of monsters and demons. I laughed, why one almost looked like a person walking towards me. I looked again, it was not a trick of the mist, it was a person and they were heading straight for the cave where I now sat. I stood and waved, the figure seeing me waved back and was soon in the cave with me. I helped them struggle out of their rucksack, they then turned and I was looking into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen in my whole life. And as the person pulled down their scarf from around their face, these blue orbs were only out dazzled by the brilliant smile, which was aimed in my direction. She held out her hand, for it was obviously a she, even the layers she wore could not hide that fact. “Hi” came a sweet singsong voice that sent a warm shiver through my body “I'm Amy, looks like we're here for a while” I grinned, “Sure does. Would you like a piece of chocolate”, sweet talking fool that I am I thought.She smiled that smile again and took the proffered piece. She sat down next to me and soon we were talking about the climbing, the weather and ourselves. I knew her name was Amy, and that she was a frequent climber of these hills. In fact, she said this was like a second home to her. When the mist came down her only thought had been to find her way to the cave. The sky darkened and the weather showed no sign of clearing. Realizing we might be here for the night we took stock of our provisions. We both had water, and some food. Aside from the one blanket at the base of my rucksack, we had nothing else to keep us warm through the cold night. I hunted around the cave, using a small flash light I kept with me and found some dry wood, which we soon used to start a warming fire. We chatted and before I knew it, I was telling Amy all about my life. She seemed to understand every thing I said. She did not make comments, just the odd word of agreement or knowing, but I knew she understood everything. I laughed “You’re like a guardian Angel” I said “the way you understand these things”. I looked up as she caught her breath and a look flashed across her face, temporarily removing the smile, but only for a second. Instead of saying anything, she moved closer and my arms went around her automatically as her body molded into mine. We lay there and the fire slowly faded and died. It was cold but we had each other. As the night went on, hugs turned into kisses and what had began as two total strangers, turned into lovers. It seemed so natural and so right. As we lay together afterwards, soft kisses and tender words faded and soon led to sleep.(Excerpt from "Love of an Angel")
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The stories are short enough to read over a cup of tea or coffee or whenever you have a chance for some quiet time to yourself. Yet long enough to bring a tear to your eye or a smile to your lips.
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