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I ran into the kitchen when I heard Sarah start screaming. She was usually pretty quiet so for her to be screaming so loudly was unusual. “What? What? What’s happening?” I asked barely able to get any words out at all. Sarah was hopping around the kitchen, still screaming. “I won! I won! I won!”…
Every time I went out of town, I always ended up in the same place. It didn’t matter where I was headed or when, I always ended up at the corner of Main Street and Water Avenue. There was nothing on this corner for me – the only thing here was a Dunkin’ Donuts and…
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox I knew I was in the right place as soon as I saw the stuffed animals hanging on the line. I had found Felix. I had made it after years of searching with little to no success. I was here and would finally be able to pull my life back together.…
I knew I was in trouble when the ice cold fingers grasped onto my arm with surprising strength. It took me longer than it should have to realize what was happening and before I could scream, another hand covered my mouth. “If you scream, we both die. If you stay quiet, then we can escape…
I always wanted to be just like my neighbor. Until the day I didn’t. I had always looked up to Fred when he was living next door. He was always helping out the neighbors – mowing lawns, making dinners, walking dogs, doing whatever needed to be done to help. The fact he was now sitting…
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I pulled my jacket hood over my head as watched Frank eat in silence. I crept farther back to the edge of the window in hopes he wouldn’t be able to see me. The glare was chaotic and he was so lost in his thoughts, I didn’t think he would…
“We were friends from day one,” James said. “And then everything changed for reasons beyond my control.” I sank lower into my seat because I knew exactly what was coming next. James had fallen for my sister and my sister had never wanted anything more. The more time they spent together meant the more James…
“I need my own space,” I whispered to myself as I watched Amy throw her clothes all over the room. I knew exactly where her keys were, but if she had kept her side of the room clean, she wouldn’t be in this spot. “I need to go, I need to go, I need to…
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