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On The Edge #centusSaturday #shortstory
A light pierced the fog “come to shelter ” turning toward darkness my arms grew weary groping in a mist of confusion “come this way” “but there is nothing to light the way” changing direction my...
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Dreamer #atoz #flashfiction
Ever been in one of those dream loops that you can’t seem to get out of? This dream was a doozey. I mean epic… I could hear voices all around me but I couldnt open my eyes and scream “this is a dream...
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The Hidden Element #atozchallenge #dreamer #shortstory
Though my hands couldn’t help my mind was in full motion. “Hmm poisons. If only…” Then it happened my mind scrolled to a symposium I had sat in with a woman who was an expert on poisons. She had an...
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Vicissitudes of a Life #atozchallenge #dreamer
I had rapid fire thoughts surge through my head. Princesses never have power in fantasy stories; they always look good and have a “ga ga” prince focus – poison Get Blue!!! Get...
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Maybe She Will… #magpietales #shortstory
Image – Zelko Nedic …Stop haunting me with her scent I turn and it’s you! Go away!!! Can’t you understand I must go into hiding? veiling my heart from this pain the choking reality of her Take my shoe...
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The Message Behind the Dress #flashfiction #newcago
It had been a glorious, humm dinger of a day in NewCago. We celebrated a holiday (the key players long forgotten) of a well-known street battle that had raged years ago. The gangs remembered and...
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The Bloodied Thorn #flashfiction #shakespeare #amwriting
I stand on the stage where I had given my life’s blood I love the stage the drama that swirls center stage, in the wings and in the musty corners my final role was Desdemona That last night was my...
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The Babushka Blessing #shortstory #Ukraine
We had one hour to do a frantic shop for items we could only get in Ukraine. The list from friends was rather long: Hand carved jewelry, stacking dolls, hand painted spoons … “Mommy we are going to run...
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Child-like #shortstory #postaday
“It really is a beautiful day,” grandmother said as she snipped the remnants of summer. “Why?” I whined, “When we are covering up beautiful warm summer and getting ready for cold harsh winter?”...
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The Making of a Knight #tellastoryday
The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home, but he must mother needed the food. He imagined the warmth of a blazing fire. He saw a...
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