Jean Davis

“Love Always Wins” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #178

Ricardo had sat in the same prison cell for four years. His life seemed as though it was over before it got started well. His mom died while he was in prison, and they took him to the funeral in handcuffs. His dad died of alcohol poisoning alone, and he had no idea where his two sisters were. He turned twenty-one in a few days and had no future for himself. "This life is only for the ones with family, and it looks like I have none," he told his cellmate. 'At least you know who your parents were." "Hey Ricardo," pack your stuff. You go...

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“My Granddaughter's Essay” by Jean Davis

The door bell rings, Nana rushes to the door to see who it is. There she is, the beautiful granddaughter that is going to college. Nana was so surprised to see her, she opens the door. “Hey sweet girl what brings you out this way?” As she brushes back her long beautiful blonde hair she says,”Nana, I am doing a history essay and I thought I would do it on the changes you have seen in your lifetime.” “Oh my, their have been a lot of changes for the worst I am afraid of.” “Dezarae sit down and I will get us some coffee. How would you like you...

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“The Lost Child by Lisa Reid” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #105

The phone is ringing and I am almost scared to answer it. Looking at the caller Id I see it is Marie, my niece. What will she say this time that will change my mind? Thirty-five years old and still cannot take care of herself. Tough love is the only way this lost child will ever learn. She has worn us all out financially and mentally. “Hello”, I heard on the other end. “Marie, I do not know what you expect me to do. You should have stayed with your uncle and worked at getting your life settled”. “I know Aunt Weezie but I was so homesick.” “H...

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“Food for Thought by Lisa Reid” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #100

Down the long driveway we went and there it was; a house. A house, what? Did we go to the wrong address? No, it was the right one and there was a sign. "Courtney, it is a house! What if this is a snake dancing church, I will die!" She laughed so hard she was about to pee on herself. "Well she is our friend and we spent a long time in college with her". We had been praying for her husband all those years, and he finally gave his heart to the Lord. Going back to the week before; my friend Maraleigh called and asked me to come to their church ...

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“Babysitting Old People” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #99

 There it is; that beautiful Toccoa River. The rippling sound going over the rocks sounded like it was going to be a rough ride. My children Robert and Crystal had decided to come on an adventure with me and my friends; Deborah and Ricky. Somehow my children talked us into floating down the river. I thought this was a wonderful idea at the time. Robert is getting our tubes; while we go toward the bus to go to the destination. I thought with my age; what if I have to go to the bathroom? How embarrassing it is to get older and health star...

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“Tall Dark Stranger on Pawley's Island” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #96

The wind was blowing as I was bringing in my boat, and there I saw him. I know all the people on Pawley’s Island but never saw him before. He was tall dark and handsome. He was dressed in a long shirt with pants to match and had papers in his hand. I thought to myself, “Not Jehova’s Witnesses again.” One thing you can say about them is they are persistent. He started approaching me and asked me did I know Jesus. I told him that I went to the cute little Methodist Church across the bay. I told him that we have all kinds of programs, something...

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“Brown Eyes by: Lisa Reid” by Jean Davis

Submitted to Contest #94

Today was a calm, beautiful day and my 5-year-old son was still in bed. Oh, but when he gets up, the day will be on. As I started my day I knew it was going to be on with my son Shane. This five-year-old had a will like no other. He challenges me more than any job. It started with breakfast. “Shane, eat your oatmeal, it will make you grow up to be strong like your daddy.” “No, I don’t like oatmeal.” So here it starts, the disobedience, the testing of who will back down first. Him looking at me with those big brown eyes. I am determined I am ...

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