Tag: short story
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Optimistic
What had originally drawn me to Gabriel in the beginning was his optimism. But now I was debating whether or not I had made the right decision. I was watching him try to sweet talk his secretary into buying him several more drinks. He rarely drank so I knew he wasn’t talking to Kendall for…
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Just Like Mama Made It
“I made it just like mama made it,” I said softly to Mary. I slid the plate in front of her and prayed she would eat. I wasn’t sure she had eaten anything in the last forty-eight hours. I packed away as I watched her had reach toward her fork and I paused as her…
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Sparkling Inspiration
As the snow gently started to fall, I knew exactly what my project would be composed of. It needed to be made solely of recycled materials and had to reflect the life in the mountains I craved so much. Moving to a completely different environment and lifestyle had very nearly made me come undone. But…
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The Helicopter
The helicopter was hovering and I was about to lose my mind. I felt like the helicopter had been above my house for hours when I knew it was only a few minutes. I was one of the nosiest neighbors on the street and was dying to know what was going on outside, but didn’t…
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Finished
“Are you almost finished?” Bryan asked, sounding bored out of his mind. His Nintendo Switch had just run out of battery, and I was certain he didn’t know how to entertain himself without electronics. “Bryan, just a few more minutes. I just have to sign my name and then will be completely finished.” What I…
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Gently
I watched her gently fold the shirt and place it on the bed. It was the gentlest thing I have ever seen Jenny do. Jenny was often brash, impulsive and had an uncontrollable temper. But now she was staring tenderly at a t-shirt lying on her bed. A t-shirt I had seen her wear many…
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Endangered
“Endangered species don’t matter. There is obviously a reason why they are endangered. They are too dumb to figure out how to survive in this new, thriving world.” Tyler leaned back in his chair and stared around at those sitting around him as if we were ready and waiting to contradict him. I think we…
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Blame
“I blame Zander for what has come of my life,” Suzanne whispered into the phone. As I listened to everything Suzanne had to say about Zander, I wonder if she had taken drugs before she called. She had been clean and sober for several months, but now her words were jumbled and slurred. Usually if…
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Tension
The tension had been building since I entered the room. I knew it all had to do with Michael, but I wondered what he had done this time. He was starting more problems than anyone I knew, but somehow managed to always talk himself out of any consequences. I needed to pay better attention to…
Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life 