Tag: short story
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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…
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The Muddy Forest
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson I knew the forest would be muddy, but I wasn’t expecting this. How would I ever be able to follow through with my plan if I could get my car through? It was obvious someone had tried before me, but I didn’t have the driving experience to make me confident…
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Truly Sorry
“He told me he was sorry, but after what he has done, how can I believe him? How can I ever believe our father ever again?” I stared at the lake and wanted my sister to say something. I knew she wanted our father to go back to being the father of our childhood, but…
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A Verbal Agreement
“We had an apartment! You gave me your word!” My neighbor screamed at her boyfriend from her front porch. Honestly, I didn’t bat an eye because they were constantly getting into shouting matches and I really paid attention if they were physically threatening each other. I was happy there were no children who were daily…