Category: writing
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Identity Crisis
“I have to confess, my Isabel.” I said looking down at her hand in mine. Isabel winkled her brow. “What do you have to confess my love? She asked “Isabel, I am not Dashiell.” I explained slowly, looking into her eyes. Isabel shifted on the couch. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Okay, than who are you?”…
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Open the Door, Let the Sun In
“Why are you here?” Lea replied, finally able to ask the question that was bothering her. There was nothing else for them to discuss. What else could be said to a stranger who was always by her bedside when she awoke and wouldn’t explain the reason for his presence? Darren looked surprised and slightly embarrassed.…
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Skyfel: The Bombers
The food was gone all too quickly and she held her tongue not asking for more. The first star was just beginning to come out she looked straight up at it. Once more, she felt a lump in her throat at the beauty of it, but her grandmother would never see another star She sighed…
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The Rescue of Susie
Unexpectedly, Brad grinned. “Oh. I suppose it has to be about Susie?” Samuel Scowled More now. “Brad, You know that I don’t like you to mention her name. Coming out of your mouth, it’s just a dirty word.” But Brad continued to grin. “Samuel, what if I told you that she isn’t dead?” Samuel blinked.…
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Moment by Moment
Justin felt a buzz in his pocket. He tried to look in that direction, but he felt his forehead brush against the cobwebs. He shivered and put his head down. Could it be his phone? And if it was, was it Katherine? In his current state it was hard for him to focus on anything…
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For Ransom
James already had his phone out and point at the pair. He caught a zoomed in photo of the gun in the man’s hand, between the blades of uncut grass, flowers and weeds. James moved swiftly, stuffed his phone back in his pocket and as the man held up the gun and pointed it at…
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Open the door, Let the Sun In
Darren longed to hold her close but had not been able to, other than the night he had lifted the broken body from the road and had set it down in his cab, driving to the hospital. Now, lost in thought, his memory returned to the point when they had taken her away. They initially…
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