Tag: flash story
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Forbidden Fruit
I had learned from an early age about what was forbidden and what wasn’t. My parents practically had the Bible memorized and thought they knew it front to back. I was expected to obey all rules and not to question authority. Ever. I knew I could never tell them I didn’t believe in God. I…
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Hurricane
I knew the hurricane would be exactly like the last major storm we endured, mainly because of how my father was acting. He was pretending like nothing was wrong, was avoiding the news and questioned me on why all the neighbors were leaving. Nothing I could say would change his mind. Instead, I packed my…
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Wind and Trees
The wind and the trees didn’t bother me when the sun was still out. Back when I thought I was still brave. Now I was beginning to wonder if I had ever been brave. I had never been afraid of the dark until this very moment, but here I was. Alone. Outside. Terrified. I wanted…
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Finest Hour
“Yesterday was not my finest hour,” Greg said into the microphone. As I listened to his new recording, I started to wonder what he was going to do next. Would he confess his sins or just the ones for he which he had been caught? I knew I shouldn’t be listening to his confession, but…
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Spiritual Awakening
“You are in for a spiritual awakening. This night will be nothing like any night you have ever experienced.” As Fern’s voice radiated through my headphones, I closed my eyes. Maybe this time, everything would finally click. If it didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. My life was in shambles and…
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Floating
I started floating the moment I saw the number on my caller ID. I knew my dreams were about to come true and everything I had worked so hard for was finally at the finish line. I wiped my clammy hands onto my blue jeans and reached for the phone and wondered again about what…
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Transformation
I knew for my transformation to be complete, I would need to sign the dotted line. I had been holding a pen and staring at the contract for the last twenty minutes, unable to commit. I was contemplating the pros and cons but had not been able to keep them straight. Sometimes pros were cons…
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Imagination
“He never had much of an imagination. I’m not surprised he got caught. I knew it, I just knew it…” As I listened to Marley ramble on about our brother, Ryan, I tried to tune her out. I knew my brother and I knew why he had gotten into trouble. I knew why he had…