Tag: short short story
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Change of Scenery
Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields As soon as I stopped and looked over my shoulder at the house I had just left, I knew I was finally home. Finally where I belonged. After spending way too many years in the hustle and bustle of the city, I was finally surrounded by the peace and quiet…
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Survival
I knew middle school would be survival of the fittest, but I didn’t know until I was in eighth grade. Didn’t realize my ‘friends’ weren’t really my friends until that year. Didn’t realize those who I thought cared about me didn’t really care at all. The more time I spent alone in the presence of…
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The Ultimate Freeze
Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast As soon as the water in the bowl froze, I knew I was in trouble. That lonely bowl of water was the only thing keeping me tethered to my future. The only thing keeping hope alive. Now that I couldn’t drink the water, I slowly looked up and out the…
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The Ride of My Life
I chased the horses and wondered when I could ride one myself. Everything I ever wanted in my life began and ended with horses. But for now, I was relegated to watching them on television and reading them to life out of library books. With parents who treated me like a porcelain doll, my chances…
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Criminal Defense
“I am honestly not sure how he is going to get over this. How is he going to get by. He was arrested!” I listened to my aunt rant and rave about my cousin’s latest arrest. If she knew how many times he had really been arrested, she would have a complete fit. She only…
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Love of Suffering
From an early age, I knew running was the one thing I could focus on. The one thing I could use to get away from troubles at home. The only action I could take where my family wouldn’t join in and in the action, I could take the time to quiet my buzzing mind. I…
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No Decision Here
“There is no decision here. You will not leave. You will not leave this house. This is your future. Our family is your future.” My father stood over me and I wondered how I would survive if I stayed under his roof for one more night. My creativity was stifled by a man who didn’t…
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Free and Clear
“We are in the free and clear. I hope we can escape before he gets back,” Riley whispered as we both listened for Jerald to come back. His heavy tread on the wood floor was the only way we knew whether or not he was home. For being such a shy and docile man, I had…