Category: writing
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“On the hill”
I watched him pour the water and turn back to me. He walked over to me, smiling and bent down, kissing me on the lips. I stood on tip toes, wrapped my right arm around his neck and opened my mouth. He wrapped his arms around me.For an explained reason, I felt tears suddenly threatening…
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“Moment by Moment”
But while trying to soften the landing, she didn’t realize she would land on her left foot first at the wrong angle. The crash came with an echo. Everyone in the gym heard it and stopped, trying to figure out what had happened. Katherine herself had felt and listened to the crack when her foot…
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“The Day the Skyfel: Ground Zero”
He had made it sound like they were on top of it. When it came to restoring the electricity and other utilities, they were not. There were miles and miles of wires and equipment, and they had only approached a few people because of the fear that the individuals would turn and tell others. The…
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“Open the Door, Let the Sun In”
“Yes? What is the matter?” He leaned closer. Darren’s right hand came off her arm and brushed a hair out of her eyes.“I want a hug.” She murmured, still whisperingDarren’s voice got serious. “You want me to hug you?” He asked.“I want to sit up; I want to get myself up. but I don’t know…
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“Rightly Wrong or Wrongly Right”
At the back door, she opened it and strode outside. She closed it quickly behind her. She hadn’t heard anything but knew it was only a matter of minutes till Dania sent someone in after her. She ran to the fence. Adara hoped there were no cameras, though Adara figured there probably were several. She…
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The Day the Skyfel: Shadows of the Past
The edge of a building beyond them exploded outward; the sound of it shook Sophia’s car violently. It was an extraordinary remarkable sight as the debris spread outward in slow motion; Sophia’s only thought was, “Isn’t that amazing.” For a second, they were the only words she had in her mind.A second later, Sophia saw…
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“On the Hill”
I should have known better. I shouldn’t have answered the door. I was foolish. But I answered it. That is when he turned to face me. His hoody was hiding all the tattoos. His eyes were steely. “Hey Hey Miranda.” He grinned at me, but it wasn’t pleasant. It was an evil, wicked grin. I…
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