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From The Moment He Saved Us (Flash Fiction) Part 1
“Shh, baby, shh, it’s all right,” Christian whispered to the whimpering child in his arms. This is insane. Christian thought. How could that mother just leave her child unattended? To take a sip of...
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Through the Atlantic Wormhole (Possible Beginning of my NaNoWriMo novel)
”The light..” Helena shields her eyes from the sun squinting her blue eyes from the sudden brightness. A pain racks her side and she doubles over into the street, a growing headache emerging, the...
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When I Had Named My Headaches Affliction
Yesterday, I had an extreme headache. I was bed-ridden and my brain ached and pounded against my skull as if it were trying to get free and run away. During that time, I remembered something I had...
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First 1,700 Words of The Era of Genetic Remission: NaNoWriMo
April 3, 2035 Helena looked out over the window of the plane staring at the clouds and over the sea. She had never seen the sea from this high before. The only blue she had ever known was the sky and...
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Finding the Rain: A Short Story About an Ant
It was April, maybe May, who knows? It was noon and the ant didn’t know it but it was going to rain again. When it rained, it would scurry itself trying to pump its tiny legs away from the dreaded...
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Describing Death by Someone Not in A Deathbed
Death. The sharp sound of the letter ‘d’ fading into the ‘t’ and ‘th’. Eventually you have to lift your tongue from the back of your teeth and take a breath. A painful breath of air as you drop a...
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The Novelty of Ireland
Tell me about the shoreline and how its metaphorical arms stay open waiting to embrace the tide. Then, please, tell me how the waves ravage the jutting rocks at the Causeway settling within the...
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Penny Dreams: Flash Fiction
Once, I dreamed about a door that was half grey, half rotting with its brass door handle rusting. Water poured from the corners of the door frame soaking my feet and the door billowed like a bed sheet...
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