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The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.
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No. I’d been gone four days, strangers had been in to feed him, and he needed cream now.
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Bart Goins, ten-year-old, Davis Lake Rock skipping champion has been suspected of cheating.
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Susan would have been hot anywhere, anytime, wearing anything, with or without the fan.
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Will stole their words and actions for his newest play. Bad juju. Bad, bad juju for Will.
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The sun doesn’t shine a lot back here, so it’s always cooler, much cooler, back here in the woods where the flowers grow.
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To see the edges of the art deco bank covered in blue and green sparkles was something out of a snowglobe.
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Dirty Snow
“Mom, where are the boots you got me for Christmas?” asked Charlie. He tore the living room upside down looking for them. Couch cushions went flying, followed by blankets, and newspapers, he made an unholy mess. “Stop it! Stop throwing stuff around and straighten this room up right now,” Alice was livid. “You know better… Read more
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Sewing Lesson
Santa brought me a baby doll for Christmas one year that had white curly hair like an old lady. She had a rubber head and blue eyes that would open and close when she sat up and lay down. Her arms and legs were rubber too, attached to a stuffed body. She was about half… Read more
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Haiku in Winter
The whittling down of a grandiloquent tale to seventeen syllables. Getting the juice from it to its purist form wrings the neck of a piece of writing so tight that all that’s left is the essence of its meaning, a haiku. Five seven five. The dear sweet poems of eternity. Pictures in pure form Whittled… Read more
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The Fishing Village
Image generated with AI. I’ve never been to a fishing village in Scotland. I don’t care about cities and tourism. The small town misty cold draws me. I want to walk out on a rocky shore to hear the waves crash and redden my cheeks with cold as long as I can stand the grey… Read more
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Story Published!
Thank you, Nolcha Fox and Chewers and Masticadores! Beatrice Entombed Millard watched the undertakers close the drawer that held Beatrice’s casket, and waited until everyone left the cemetery. A dusty brown cloud followed a parade of black limousines crawling their way up the side of a mountain to the main road. The last thing he… Read more
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The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.
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No. I’d been gone four days, strangers had been in to feed him, and he needed cream now.
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Bart Goins, ten-year-old, Davis Lake Rock skipping champion has been suspected of cheating.
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Susan would have been hot anywhere, anytime, wearing anything, with or without the fan.
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Will stole their words and actions for his newest play. Bad juju. Bad, bad juju for Will.
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The sun doesn’t shine a lot back here, so it’s always cooler, much cooler, back here in the woods where the flowers grow.
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To see the edges of the art deco bank covered in blue and green sparkles was something out of a snowglobe.
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Let’s Call it Art
“That painting on the wall is askew and is about to fall down on the fragile candy dish on top of the buffet. Between the shards of glass that escape and the bits of sweets that scatter, it will never be safe to go barefoot in the house again. Move the damned painting,” He said.…
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Hall Pass
The state took over our school and taught me how to teach the way they wanted me to. They didn’t demand I command a hundred seat auditorium, they were more concerned that I orchestrate three classes in one classroom. They noticed I had leadership skills. They didn’t say whether they were good…
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Fashion Emergency
I had on boots, leggings, a sweater dress, and vintage jewelry. The brooch was a stone blue, grey, and weird white that went perfectly with the black of the dress. It had matching clip earrings that were so perfectly cut they glistened in the dark. They were even comfortable to wear. I had lost twenty…
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Parable of the Long Spoons
Parable of the long spoons Hell is where the spoons are so long you can’t feed yourself the luscious food on the table. Heaven is where the spoons are the same size as the ones in Hell, but everyone is willing to feed you. I hope there’s a special place in Heaven for those who…
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A Prayer for School
Dear Lord, Take the thunderstorm out of my brain when my lightning temper flares. Let my past stop ruling my head and teach me silent grace. Teach me to accept my students as humans with quirks, and humor, not the hateful banshees I see them as. Lead me to peace and joy with them rather…
Devonne Brown 