Story Therapy

  Story: S A Spencer You can also listen this story in YouTube. Please follow the link below: I did not speak to my parents for six months, Now, all I have are, unanswered questions. I am Lillian. I celebrated my 19 th birthday, when this story began in my life. I want to tell you something, that happened recently. It is a story about love, and a big mistake. Mistake? No, it is, in fact, a blunder, that would hunt me, for my life. Want to dig in more? Please stay with me until the end. I'm my parents' only child, born after they'd given up hope of having a baby.   By the time I turned 19, my father was 60 and my mother 58. They weren't controlling at all; being an only child, they adored me and spent lots of quality time with me. Even when my friends moved out, my father encouraged me to stay longer. He also funded my university education, saving me from crippling student debt. I excelled at school, and although I had many male friends, I never had a boyfriend. I a...

  The painting's secret is shrouded in mystery. It was briefly displayed at the exhibition and vanished just as quickly. Her smile was captivating, emanating a brilliance that surpassed even that of the Mona Lisa. Story By: S A Spencer Author of Romance Fiction:  Dream In Shackles Photo  by  Skitterphoto Read Part I here. Leading up to the interview with the owner, my mind is filled with a mix of good and bad dreams. I arrive at the address, my heart racing with anticipation. As I ring the doorbell, I am greeted by a young woman, no more than thirty-five years old. She leads me into the drawing room, but to my disappointment, there is no sign of the dream painting I hoped to see. The young woman then asks me to take a seat, as if she is the one conducting the interview. I can’t help but feel a sense of confusion and disappointment. I had requested a meeting with the artist, not her daughter. As I try to make sense of the situation, the young woman introduces herself ...

The painting's secret is shrouded in mystery. It was briefly displayed at the exhibition and vanished just as quickly. Her smile was captivating, emanating a brilliance that surpassed even that of the Mona Lisa. Story By: S A Spencer Author of Romance Fiction:  Dream In Shackles Photo  by Skitterphoto I stand before the painting, my eyes fixed on it in awe. The colours are so vivid, the brushstrokes so precise. I can feel the texture of the canvas under my fingertips, rough and grainy. The painting is a masterpiece, far surpassing even the famous Mona Lisa. I am so captivated by it I don’t even notice the people around me, all admiring the other works of art on display. As I continue to gaze at the painting, I notice a note beneath it. “This painting is not for sale, and no photography, please.” My heart sinks a little - I would give anything to own this piece of art. Nevertheless, I can’t tear my eyes away from it. There’s something about the painting that draws me in, ...

Carly can’t wait to meet the new puppy next door, and already imagines herself cuddling and playing with the little ball of fur. Story By: S A Spencer Author of Romance Fiction:  Dream In Shackles Photo by  Berkay Gumustekin     I can hear a pitiful bark coming from the next door, and it sounds like a cry for help. The sound is incessant, preventing me from getting any sleep. I can’t tell whether it’s a he or she , but it’s undoubtedly a young pup. My owners have left me in the backyard without a leash, but I can’t jump over the fence to reach the poor pup. I circle the yard, looking for any gaps in the timber fence, but it was only a month ago that I was able to sneak through, and the neighbour fixed it the next day. A pang of motherly love courses through my veins, despite the fact that I’ve been desexed. I bark loudly, “Bow wow, bow wow. My name is Carly. And you?” The puppy on the other side of the fence quiets down, but only for a moment. Then the puppy start...