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She zipped up her coat against the cold, chill winds and against her heart which had just broken. “I don’t want to see you anymore”. Devastation leads to disbelieve which leads to begging him to become better which leads to simply coming undone and letting the pain out in a harrowing cry. He won’t take it, his mind’s made up. Tears or no tears, it is finished. She spent the next… Read More
I wrote a short story this week (Streams of Happiness) to a prompt where a child found something magic. The story and the poll can be found at TipsyLit Prompted. Please take a quick read (it is a very short story) and if you like it, please vote! Thanks a bunch & Bless you lots xoxo Easter
I continue walking after reading it. Tears are streaming down my face. “God, how can I help?” A suicide note from a girl. No address, no name. Fresh paper, maybe there’s time. I feel helpless. I call 911. I resign myself to fate and keep praying,
I’d like to say that my grandmother was not a wicked witch (although very stern, indeed). This was a fun challenge from Tipsy Lit Prompted. 495 words. Streams of Happiness It was always a magical place to me. My grandmother’s back yard, The patio and lawn were a courtyard and the stone wall was the protective wall of the castle. A few more steps and you were in a deep, dark forest. Carefully… Read More
I entered a (difficult and raw) story this week into TipsyLit prompted. Please, if you have a minute, take a look and read “I Remember You” and if you like it, please vote for me! Thanks in advance, Easter
I Remember You “I know you”, I said to the man standing in line at Woolco. “You watched me when your daughter Valerie would go out.” He stared blankly. “I am the girl that was the four-year-old that you used to ‘play’ with.” Horror slowly crossed his face as he remembered. “I.. I.. Yes, I remember you… ”. I stared in open rage remembering how he sweet-talked, bribed, cajoled and begged… Read More
A few weeks ago, a blogging friend of mine Terri Ledbetter from Pretty Pen and Paper, encouraged me to enter a short-story contest. The story was to be 400 words or less and anthropomorphic (giving life to an inanimate object or animal). I quickly wrote the story, but I was so nervous about submitting it that I sat on it for days and only read it to my 10-year-old step-daughter. I… Read More
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