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Amanda Rose

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Saving this prompt (Not to copy a certain friend of mine, but there it is, lol)

I really like this prompt for the next installment of my Hard Choices series, but lack the creativity and time to actually get it written anytime this week.Ergo, I am just filling the space so I have it to come back to lateršŸ˜. In the meantime, enjoy the following excerpts from some of my favorite Epic songsšŸ˜ *** Open Arms, by Jorge Rivera Herrans:[POLITES]You can relax, my friend [ODYSSEUS, spoken]Huh? [POLITES]I can tell you're getting nervousSo do yourself a serviceAnd try to relax, my friend [ODYSSEUS]I'm fine, Polites [POLITES]Think of a...

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Hard Choices, Pt. 4

As Dan followed Randall through town from a safe distance, my mind reeled. I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation.Did Josh know about Dan's sister? Is that why he was so eager to get us together on this? Or was it just coincidence? No, I don't think so... It's too much for it all to be coincidence. He has to know. I turned my head to look at Dan as he drove, his fedora seated attractively on his head, his choice in clothing colors complimenting his light brown skin nicely. A muscle twitched along his angular jawline in concentratio...

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Hard Choices, pt. 3

Turns out, 1520 Cohoe Ct. is nothing more than a small, cleared lot of land, on which sits a single-wide trailer. An old one, by the looks of it.I got out of my car slowly, a bit warily, not really sure what to expect. Was this even a good idea? I wasn't so sure anymore.Going up to the front door, I knocked.For a moment there was no answer, but then I heard a shuffling."Just a minute!" A voice called, sounding slightly slurred, as if he'd just been sleeping.He's still sleeping at 11:30? I frown.More shuffling.Then the door opened.I'm not rea...

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Hard Choices pt 2

I'd just finished a long all-nighter. There had been an important banquet last night that had gone well into the wee hours of the morning, and we'd spent the rest of the morning cleaning up. I'd snagged an hour of sleep before starting my car, figuring that would make the drive home a tad safer. Groggily forcing my eyes open, I stared out the window as rain droplets trailed down it. The skies had opened since I'd fallen asleep. I placed my fingertips up against the glass, its cold temperature waking me a little more. I sighed as I gazed abse...

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I Am Not Quite My Own

Iā€™m walking down the street. I pause in front of an Italian restaurant. I close my eyes and enjoy the music for a moment. Opening my eyes, I see a woman in one of the window booths. Sylvia. My girlfriend. My hand goes to my pocket and feels the ring inside. Iā€™m going to propose to her tonight.I enter the restaurant and take the seat across from her.ā€œHello.ā€ I say.ā€œWell, hello, Harold. I was beginning to think you werenā€™t going to come.ā€ She admits with a shy smile.I want to say, ā€œYeah, Iā€™m sorry Iā€™m late.ā€ But donā€™t get the chance. As soon a...

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Seeds, Rinds, and Saccharin

December 24th, 2019.Dear Diary,Itā€™s Sally again,Today was Christmas Eve. The first anniversary of the pumpkin pie incident. I recently realized that I never did journal about that, so Iā€™m going to do it now.This is what happened one year ago today:We went to the neighborā€™s house for dinner, and I was asked to bake a pumpkin pie for dessert. Well, you and I both know that I can barely cook let alone bake. But I didnā€™t want to hurt any feelings, so I agreed, figuring I could find an easy recipe. Big mistake.By the time I actually found a usabl...

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Hard Choices

The sun shone brightly on me as I closed my eyes and tilted my face upward into its rays while sitting on a warm lawn. I so love the sunshine.I felt a light breeze brush my skirt against my legs, and wisps of hair across my face while my bare feet relished the feel of the fresh grass. Then I felt something else.Something wet.I looked down and found that a little Australian Terrier, not unlike the one I'd had as a child, had come over and started licking my fingers."Well, hello there, little one." I said with a smile as I began to pet it.I gl...

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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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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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