Category: short story
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Digging Old Graves
Living became an uphill for Beauty and Ben. The siblings had to live alone after their parents had a fatal car accident and died in hospital after two horrific weeks and sad visits from their children. Beauty and Ben took turns visiting the hospital where their parents were admitted. Sometimes, they will go together for…
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Where Hearts Feel Like Home
Warm cups of coffee, reading indoors by a fireplace, and spending time with my boyfriend Calvin are what the autumn months are all about to me. The changing seasons give me time to relax and think about all the wonderful things that happened this year. One of the best things that happened to me all…
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Just Like Autumn
October is my favorite month of the year because it’s when the weather begins to get cooler, the leaves start to change, and I can finally start wearing my cozy sweaters again. I was born on October 30th just one day shy of Halloween, and my parents named me Autumn because I was born with…
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Picture Day
In seventh grade, during the daily sixth-period lunch, hordes of 12-year-old girls would gather like bacteria clusters around two particular tables aligned along the central tiles of the cafeteria floor. What brought these girls — tall and short, blonde and brunette, outgoing and quiet —together in this cult-like fashion? The answer was simple: Korean Pop,…
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My Ring Became My Weapon
Lilly was hoping for a great, wealthy, and free life when she agreed to marry and become Mrs. Rooh. Her one-month-long partner was a businessman who owned a lavish double-story house and expensive cars. It was a day of celebration and jubilee. Little did Lilly know that she was marrying a jackal-wearing sheepskin. A few…
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Mocha The Bookstore Cat
Autumn Harvest Bookstore is where I call my home. Although I may only be a cat, I’m pretty observant of the people and the world around me. My name is Mocha, and I am a small brown American shorthair who always sticks her nose in other people’s business. I take the saying “Curiosity killed the…
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King George
This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Coghlan’s dear friend, Kathi Hinkle. He didn’t live here, and he didn’t live there. As a matter of fact, I don’t think he lived anywhere. But let me roll back the years and start near the beginning. I was born and raised in a metropolitan city. Thirty-five…
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Sweet Sixteen
My heart and mind are forever scarred by indescribable sorrows. Memories of my sweet sixteen ignite a longing to be who I once was before. It seems like it has been a long time, yet yesterday, since I was an easygoing teenager. Lots of friends were constantly around me, and laughter beamed from my being.…
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Relocating From The City To Rurals
It’s a rainy and cold early morning. It’s still dawn, and by six o’clock, I have to catch a bus to my grandparents’ house on the deep side of KwaZulu-Natal. By 5:45, my auntie had accompanied me to the bus stop. Our goodbyes were not so good because her last words were mainly about the…
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Summer Heat
The smell of the salty ocean, the cool breeze, and the warmth of the sun on my skin is what summer is all about. Spending long summer days at the beach has been my favorite thing ever since I was younger, and since I grew up in Florida, I’ve never known summers to be any…