Tag: Short Story
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Happiness
It was a slow morning. He liked slow mornings. So often he felt bombarded by the daily rush and so he cherish the days when things were slow. He lied in bed for a while, watching the sunlight grow brighter until the far wall was turned to gold by the rising sun’s bright rays.…
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Insomnia
Shadows played on the ceiling. Thoughts raced, but all I wanted was sleep.I should shut off my alarm, I thought to myself. I don’t need to be up for anything. I moved to find my alarm in the dark.No, I stopped myself, If I sleep in, it’ll only make it harder to fall asleep tomorrow. I…
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Snow Fall
Dionne was still in a state of mild shock and disbelief. She sat in her car for a long while, looking at the house across the street, her dad’s house, dreading going in. The first sign that something wasn’t right had been the fact that the yard hadn’t been mowed in quite some time.…
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Hospital
The beeps came from almost every direction. Each one had its own rhythm but as none of them were connected to each other the resultant discord put everyone on edge. The stench of cleanliness and sterility didn’t help either as they were strong enough to make you gag. Counterproductive, the woman thought as she sat…
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Perf Part 1
It’s a pity these clothes itch so badly, Perf thought to himself as he shambled along with the morning crowds, I might not mind being a beggar so much if it weren’t for that. Perf smiled to himself, a rarity for a beggar, and he quickly subdued the emotion. Such visible signs of happiness…
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Earth and Moon
Night. Twinkling stars filled the endless space and silence reigned over all. A green-blue ring of light illuminated the distant Earth. In the dark center of the world, pockets of light shown like so many stars set on the Earth’s face, forming constellations all their own. They sparkled, clear and white, with a steady constancy…
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The Little Man With The Red Cap Part 2
This group of children, the little man knew, had yet to choose whether they were going to be good or bad. The choice was almost never a conscious one, but one that every child made and that decision would guide them throughout their lives. The decision was usually made around the same time the child…
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Breathe Part 1
Breathe, the man told himself as he pressed through the crowded streets. Breathe, he thought as the other people on the street eyed him as he passed, their gaze flitting over him and then away nervously. Breathe, it was like some incantation that would keep him safe, and it just might, for a time.…
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Driftwood
Small waves lapped at the floating piece of driftwood and the rhythmic motion almost rocked the sleeping man off of it. As it was, he awoke just in time to catch himself and resettled his body back into place. The sun glared down on his face, skin raw and peeling from exposure and his lips…
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What’s In It?
Mrs. Govers sat uneasily at her kitchen table and stared at the thing before her. It steamed in a manner almost menacingly even as it’s tempting scents wafted over to her: sweet and cinnamony. It was already sliced, a piece had even been served onto one of her small plates. A silver fork lay beside…
Bridge of Broken Glass 