Tag: short story
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“Whisper Comes Home” (Excerpt from the Unpublished Novel Women of the Horse)
September 9, 1968. The Barn Whisper’s new stall has been ready for a night and a day. The oat straw, golden in the afternoon light, is fluffed a foot deep and banked deeper still on the sides of the tie stall. The water bucket is full and clipped, just so, in the manger. The manger…
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The Hide Away
Sheana sat on a stool, her elbows on the counter and her face in her palms. She stared at a lonely leaf barely hanging onto an empty branch outside. If a customer entered her store, she would happily greet them. Business has slowed down over the past three months as people have preferred online electronic…
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Secretly A Mermaid
Calypso had always loved being in the water since she was a little girl. There was nothing she loved more than feeling the salty ocean water in her hair after a long day of swimming at the beach. Luckily for Calypso, she grew up in Florida, which meant that she had never had a childhood…
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Sharpie And Plastic
I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. Bus smell, as I’ve come to call it, reached my nose. Usually, it filled me with anticipation. Right now, it reminded me I no longer had a home. And we hit another pothole. “Ow,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead. Pulled out…
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The Man On The Moon
There once was a man named Louis who would sometimes work until very late at night. When he came home, his young son, Brandon, would often wake up wondering where his dad had been. Louis worked as a certified public accountant, and when you’re an accountant, that sometimes means working until very late each night.…
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Let Them
“I love it!” Allison exclaims as she pulls out the perfume bottle. It is beautiful, tall, and clear, with a rose-gold cap. It smells divine, fruity with floral undertones in it. Danielle beams and pulls Allison into a tight hug. “Happy birthday!” she says, her voice filled with sisterly love. Allison looks at her partner,…
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Letters In The Blossom Tree
Every spring, the tree begins to whisper. It stands at the edge of the park where the path curves gently toward the river, its branches spilling over the pale pink blossoms that drift down like quiet confessions. Most people only notice the petals. They don’t notice the letters. But Mara does. The first letter appears…
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She Continues To Believe In Fairytales
Image Source: Pexels- Rachel Claire When Elle was a little girl, she loved reading fairytales, but once she turned twenty-five, she was afraid she wouldn’t meet her Prince Charming. It is said in most fairytales that a curse can be broken by a true love’s kiss, but how could that happen if no handsome men…
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Wrong Piece In A Puzzle
John always felt like a wrong piece in a puzzle around his home. He rarely felt welcome, treated fairly, or like one of the other siblings. As the oldest sibling, he knew something was not adding up, although he wasn’t sure what. His break money was always the smallest, and his father would excuse it…
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The Unhappy Camper
One spring morning, Wren’s husband, Sawyer, suggested that the two of them should go on a camping trip. However, Wren was not thrilled about the idea; she preferred to spend her days indoors, and sleeping outside was not at all amusing to her. Sawyer went into their bedroom and packed everything in their dusty old…