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Like a crystal ball it held secrets, but another puff took another tuft.
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I had surmised that Shakespeare was no angel.
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“No folks, that’s what’s called a wild rumor, fiction, not true.
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No pomp, no circumstance. I guess I could play solitaire.
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I have I try to figure out who’s reading. I like to imagine my sister reading an essay I wrote about her.
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Captain’s Log: Stardate, A Day at the Beach Long Ago
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Those horns just sprouted because of you.
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A whistle blew, splash! Chaos.
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Garden Luncheon
Margaret took off her gardening gloves and surveyed her garden. The flowers were perfect. Never had her blooms been bigger or brighter than they were this summer. She took out her phone to take a picture. The blues, oranges, and reds were just phenomenal. She picked a blue one and took it into the house Read more
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Janet and Miranda Have Lunch
Artist unknown. “Everything on this menu must have at least ten thousand calories,” Miranda said as she picked up her Chardonnay. Janet thought by the looks of her, she could use ten thousand calories. She could get a salad or a steak anywhere. But they were in an exquisite Indian restaurant that served the best Read more
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Climbing the Rope
Image generated with AI. Emmy fumed. She’d been struggling to climb that rope for three weeks and still hadn’t made it two feet off the ground. Her face was red, her hands burned, her thighs chafed. She headed to the dreaded locker room to change, so she could hear more jeers from the cheer leaders Read more
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Relaxation Prison
One could call my home a relaxation prison. I don’t go anywhere or do anything of consequence to anyone but me. I plant and water flowers and watch them flourish along forest paths. I write in solitude. I prepare and eat my meals in solitude. I do everything alone. My warden, Norris, demands his cream. Read more
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Like a crystal ball it held secrets, but another puff took another tuft.
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I had surmised that Shakespeare was no angel.
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“No folks, that’s what’s called a wild rumor, fiction, not true.
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No pomp, no circumstance. I guess I could play solitaire.
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I have I try to figure out who’s reading. I like to imagine my sister reading an essay I wrote about her.
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Captain’s Log: Stardate, A Day at the Beach Long Ago
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Those horns just sprouted because of you.
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A whistle blew, splash! Chaos.
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Delight Risk
Either you will fall, or will be taught to fly.
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High School Gossip
“I heard they broke up and Tom was going to ask Janeen to the prom,” Becky announced it in Social Studies class. “Betty was all upset about it in English this morning. She was so mad she was crying. I’d hate to be Janeen,” “How do you know that’s why Betty was so mad and…
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Anticipation
Anticipation, sweaty palms shaking; Jittery, bouncing a foot on the floor Trembling legs crossing, uncrossing, twitching Recheck your hair in a makeup mirror Peek out the window, hover by the door Pace — hide your face behind your hands, cover Hover again, then sit quivering A pounding heart, lack of concentration Glances at the clock,…
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Company
Tonight. I am company. I tread lightly in my extended family’s home. I am a guest. I am on good behavior. I tell and listen to the telling from children with wide ears, eyes, and smiles. I am more polite than usual. I have helped the eldest son get an A on an English paper,…
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Interrupting Birdsong
I asked for the time, but the darkness didn’t answer. I rolled out of bed, and walked down the hall to the kitchen. The clock on the stove said 3:00 a.m., so why not make coffee and enjoy the quiet of the morning? Listen to the songbirds and the breathing of the sleeping humans in…
Devonne Brown 