I left my childhood on a carousel. I always chose the blue horse with folded wings because it was a cut above the rest; it had a touch more magic, I thought. 324 more words
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Musings of a Soul Eclectic
It showed up on my porch at the most inopportune time. I had just finished showing the house to an interested young hip urban couple when it came steaming and whistling down the path. 392 more words
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Roshaunda D. Cade
So, here’s my first attempt at a one sentence story.
I will read anything, even the comments on a fat-shaming article on Yahoo.
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The Optimistic Cynic
Maureen likes her coffee black but adds cream until she can’t see her reflection.
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the itch writes
“I’m afraid things don’t look good,” I said, laying out the paperwork on the glass of the low table. Death sat across from me, stolid, leaned back in the leather chair. 687 more words
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My very short story “Finding Her Friend” is now live at 50-Word Stories. Stop by to read about unrequited love in the digital age. Find the story… 25 more words
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Maybe I’ll try my hand at micro fiction. I believe in brevity and economy of words. And I’m terrified at the thought of writing 1667 words per day. 118 more words
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