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Amanda (MeMe) Rose

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Follow The Voice

"Here's your ticket, Sir." The girl behind the counter is trying to get my attention.My mind slowly reels back into reality."Thank you, Miss." I reply, taking it from her.She hands my buddy his as well, and we head out to the runway."You all good, Mike?" My friend, Will, asks me as we approach the plane. It's not ready to board yet."Yeah, I'm fine. It's just this case..."We'd come to the Aleutians for a lawsuit. When we'd signed on for the task, we were enthusiastic enough. We hadn't been told everything.Upon arrival, we were given the full ...

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An Interesting Encounter

Hailie leaned her head back on the airplane seat and sighed, wishing she hadn't had to go on this trip. She hated traveling. Hated the ear-popping, the strange people she had to tolerate, the cramped plane seats, the impossibility of any sort of comfort or sleep.Knowing that she was in for the long haul, Hailie decided to try and get comfortable. She had felt nothing but annoyed as the Successful First Class people had boarded, looking down their noses at the unwashed masses they sauntered past. Hailie had to wait until Group D boarded, and ...

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Peace In The Pastels

The sun, a disc of molten gold, gradually slipped from an azure sky, down into the depths of the cobalt ocean. Surrounded by the pastel hues of pink, peach, crimson, and lavender, Parker thought it shone like a beacon of beautiful wonder. She had always loved sunsets. Always felt at home when she gazed at one, no matter where she was. Sunsets, to her, were a sense of peace. Completion. No matter how bad her day had been, or how dearly she had wished it was over by 10am, she knew there would always be a sunset to finish it with. A beauty that...

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The One Who Would Die For Me

I, Amanda Rose, did not write this story. It was written by my next door neighbor, Mathew Reams, and edited by his wife, Wanda Reams years ago. I had the privilege of reading it at their house tonight, and thought you all would enjoy it as well. All credit and copyright goes to them. Here it is...In the 1800's after the civil war there were many soldiers with not much to do, so the government decided that with so many extra men with little to do they would finally be able to do something about the Indians in the west. They sent generals into...

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Aslan's Little Helper

She's so... fascinating. Tumnus has been keeping her company for a few hours now. It's sad, really. Tumnus was once a good faun. He loved Aslan, and would have fought for him to the death. Now he's on the White Witch's payroll. How he could swear allegiance to that monster, I'll never know. She is the reason for this never-ending winter, for heaven's sake. I was quite the strapping young lad in my day, Mrs. Beaver could tell ye that. But these old beaver bones can't take much more o' this. Every morning I'm greeted to consciousness by the ...

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Pearls In The Family

May's eyes began to water as she watched her only daughter put on her white dress. Today was Sky's wedding day. May was so happy she could burst, but she was also sad. Ron, her soon-to-be son-in-law, was a wonderful young man, to be sure, but he had a job lined up in another city that was five hours away. They would have their honeymoon there, so once this ceremony and reception were over, May wouldn't see either of them for a long while. Probably not until Christmas. But in June, that was too far away for May's taste. She was startled out o...

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I once was broken, and now I've been made whole.

NONFICTION.I know that I put "Creative Nonfiction" as a genre, but since there is no genre button that simply says "Nonfiction", this is how I chose to convey the true genre of this story.I haven't been able to tap into my creative juices lately, so when I read this prompt, I realized that maybe nonfiction was the way to go here.Obviously, the "character struggling" is me, but, in order to fully understand this story, you need a little surrounding storyline, so here it is.I had planned on simply alluding to my issue, and explaining everythin...

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The Warm Weather Disaster

Hot! So hot! Seventeen year old Emeline tried to fan herself with the front of her shirt. It didn't help much. She dragged herself off the couch, out of the path of the fan she'd had trained on herself and moved to the kitchen counter to look at the thermometer that was on the windowsill above the sink. She groaned. It read 110 degrees. And humidity was 78%. Emeline wanted to cry, but quickly disposed of the idea. Expending energy would make her feel even hotter. As she looked out the window, she noticed that the tree branches were swaying g...

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Dog Days

I stand and stretch out my legs, enjoying the feel of my muscles reaching their limit. I've been laying here, on my bed for two hours, in and out of sleep. Mom's going to the kitchen to start dinner and I follow her. You never know what might come flying off that cutting board, directly to me."Oh, Rhett, are you watching the Food Network?" She says as I sit down at the unspoken boundary line between the kitchen and the dining room. I don't know what this Food Network is, but when Mom says it, it is usually connected with food, so now I'm get...

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Moose And Mayhem

I get in the car with my three friends. We're laughing at the joke the gas station clerk told us. John gets in the driver's seat, laughing harder than us all. We're on our way to his family's vacay spot on the lake.We get back on the road and drive for another hour, singing along to our favorite songs, and dancing in our seats, while munching on the snacks we had bought at the station.BAM!! The music has stopped. My eyes are closed. I hear something hissing. Something warm and wet drips down my face. I try to wipe it off and realize I can't ...

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The Confession

Her hand was cold. So cold. She shouldn't still be alive, yet here she was, clinging to life by such a thin thread.As her breath rattled in and out so slowly, so painfully, I bowed my head and prayed.Oh, Father... why haven't you ended her suffering yet? You know, by earthly standards, that the cancer should have ended her days months ago. Why hasn't she accepted You? Oh, why can't she come home to You?After a moment or two of sitting in the silence, a word came to mind. It wasn't one I heard. It was more impressed upon me than anything else...

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Amazing Grace

Ok, this is my very first time writing nonfiction, so please bear with me.When I was younger, I was pretty mean. I was rude and blunt and didn't care how it made people feel. Therefore, people often didn't want to be around me, and I found it very difficult to keep the "friends" that I thought I had.But one day, all of that changed.Two older girls that I knew—today we'll call them [AppleJack] and [StarGirl]—began reaching out to me. They were kind, polite, and considerate... Everything that I was not. Over time, our friendship grew, and I be...

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Forgiveness Has No Expiration Date

Stephanie Cozelli was sitting at a table in her local coffee shop. The rich aroma of roasting coffee beans greeted her nostrils agreeably. She always enjoyed hearing all of the conversation inside of coffee shops. There were three older men sitting at a table in the corner of the room, sipping on black coffees and catching each other up on the past ten years of their lives. There were two middle-aged women sitting off to the side, Bibles opened, heads bowed in prayer. Stephanie smiled to herself. This coffee shop really was the best place fo...

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A Wonder To Behold

Yvonne Wood opened her eyes. She didn't know why she opened them. She looked at the clock at her bedside. It read 3:30am. Why did I wake up? Did I hear some sort of noise, maybe? Yvonne turned over and tried to go back to sleep.Twenty minutes later, she was still awake. She groaned. Maybe it was because there was a lot on her mind. Yvonne was one of the "higher-ups" in a catering business, and there was a big event happening in a few days. It might be a good idea if she worked on the centerpieces some more. She had brought her work home with...

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A Hunger Waiting To Be Satisfied

"So. Thirsty." Jazon whispered brokenly to his mother. Lilya's heart wrenched at her young son's plea. She had no words with which to comfort him. So she just pulled him closer to her side and cried. As Jazon fell into another restless sleep, Lilya's tears gathered on the dirt beneath her. They were sitting on the floor, leaning their backs against the wall of their small hut.Lilya had long ago sold everything they had for food, and used their furniture for firewood.It hadn't rained for seven years. Soon after the drought had begun, chaos er...

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