fiction
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Disloyal Hope
Hope fills me like air in a balloon. The possibilities swell inside me. A smile’s on my face but I know this tuneAnd that in the end I will not float free.I bounce around all light and cheery.While wishing I were one or the other -Free as a bird or tethered securelyTo avoid my ending Continue reading
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The Field
I stumble to a stop in the middle of the field and nearly collapse to the ground. I look over my shoulder and see you strolling toward me with a gentle, knowing look in your eyes. At first I think this is perfect, I’m exhausted from my antics of trying to get you to leave Continue reading
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When it rains …
I stared at the sky full of brooding, dark clouds and said with a sigh, “It looks like it’s about to rain. I guess I won’t be able to go.” My friend looked out the same window for a moment and replied, “The sun’s peaking out through the clouds over there. I’ve gone out on Continue reading
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The Kitchen Table
[read part one of the story here] I walked behind Mr. Grable’s medium frame toward the kitchen. It was situated across the entryway from the living room. I glanced at the white sofa before sitting down on a wooden chair at the kitchen table. It was embarrassing to remember how I had yelled at Mr. Continue reading
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The Sofa
I wiped my feet on the doormat as I waited for the large door in front of me to open. I hoped someone was home. Water droplets were running down my face and my clothes clung to me like a heavy, wet blanket. It was stupid to go for such a long walk today, but Continue reading
The Worth Of Knowing 