Tag: Short Story
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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 