Category: writing
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“The Day the Skyfel: Ground zero”
“Let me get that.” He declared, pushing the door open, swiveling, and meeting her eye again. Amanda returned his gaze but did not say anything and quickly walked towards the open door. But before she could pass through it, he put his arm out in front of her. “What is your name?” He inquired.…
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“Open the Door, Let the Sun In”
Lea wasn’t sure if she were surprised or not. She knew he cared about her for some reason. She didn’t understand why he bothered. Why did he desire to be near her, to understand her? Finally, she spoke. “When I am very lonely or feel that I can’t do anything right, or that I’m worthless,…
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“Rightly Wrong or Wrongly Right”
Dean came back soon enough. Adara didn’t notice this trip took longer than the first. Dean handed her the drink in his left hand without saying a word. She took it, declaring, “Thank you.” She noticed the ice floating in the coke. “Thank you!” She exclaimed a second time, pleased. Dean smiled at her.…
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Snippet Rightly Wrong or Wrongly Right
Adara watched from the inside through the tinted window. She felt so far away and disconnected, and she couldn’t hear any word. She leaned forward to look back towards the gate they had come through. On the other side, there was a parking lot where ordinary “less privileged” people would park to use the airport.…
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The Day the Skyfel: Neighboring Strangers
On the coffee table sat a drawing of the cemetery. Ric turned a little to get a better view of it. It was an excellent drawing, like a photo but with more emotion, not happy emotion, but peace, silence, and loss. He glanced back at her face. She was still staring out the window. He…
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