A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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To My Son and His Bride- First Draft
I have thought of this day since I first held my baby boy in my arms. I knew that as much as I loved him, one day another woman would come along and steal his heart. I could not be more happy that the woman ended up being you!
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 days ago in Fiction
Worrying
Roger leaned over his drafting table, scrutinizing the blueprints spread before him. The midmorning sun streamed through his office window filling it with much appreciated light and raising the temperature to an unwelcome level. He could feel a little bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 days ago in Fiction
Waiting. Top Story - March 2026.
It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld8 days ago in Fiction
The First Rainbow Baby. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld13 days ago in Fiction
Safety in Numbers. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Numbers always made Anya feel safe. They were easy to understand and didn't change the rules on a whim like people tend to do. One plus one is always two. Three from seven is always four. From the time she was tiny she would count every step and had a running total in her head. Fourteen steps from the basement to the main floor. Twenty-two steps from the front door to the bathroom. Eighty-three steps from her house to her best friend Gina’s and another fifty-five to the field on the other side they liked to play in.
By A. J. Schoenfeld20 days ago in Fiction
The System to Replace Us
I must confess I use Artificial Intelligence. Not to write, of course. I would never use AI to write anything for me. Not because I am too morally superior to let a machine do my work. Generally speaking, I’m lazy and love shortcuts. The truth is I refuse to use Artificial Intelligence to write because I’m too prideful. I am way too talented of a wordsmith to need AI’s help with writing anything.
By A. J. Schoenfeld27 days ago in Humans
Romantic Picnic For Two. Honorable Mention in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
The evening air hung heavy and hot, unseasonably warm for April. As the sun sank down, hovering just over the mountains in the distance, its angry glare blinded Tanya as she walked westward. Cursing herself for forgetting her sunglasses, she shifted the weight of the pack on her shoulders, letting a rivulet of sweat slip down her spine. Her feet angrily protested her choice to place fashion over function as the leather of her sandals chafed the back of her heel and sides of her toes. But Tanya didn't stop or slow. She moved forward, watching the trees in the distance grow closer with each step.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a month ago in Fiction
