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Submitted to Contest #98
“Ma, what was your dog’s name when you were little?” “T’was Phelan, Hun! Same as our current Phelan and countless other dogs through many generations of O’Donnells!” “Why are all our dogs always named Phelan?” “Ye can ask me Ma when she and Grand-da come over for dinner with Uncle Daffyd and Aunt Rosalie! Go on and play outside now. I’ve got me washing to do!” Mary shook her head as she watched Seamus call Phelan to him and the two of them took off running like a pair of bandits trying to run off from the tax collector. “Always so full of q...
Submitted to Contest #96
Sundance Mai was used to the stares. Between her height of five feet eleven inches by the time she was thirteen years old, and hair that rare color of copper that blinded people if she stood in full sun, she was striking. She did not however stand in full sun too often because without sunglasses, her eyes would hurt so much that her eyelids instantly closed to just slits. Her eyes, more than her height or hair color, were the biggest cause of gawping! Mai had been born with a genetic disorder called coloboma of the iris. Part of the colored ...
14 July 1811 Noon Between Hachette and Landrecies The man woke up groggy, his face in the mud a few inches from the edge of the river. He sat up, seeing stars, a dizzying pain exploding in the back of his skull. He gingerly touched the area of pain and found an impressive goose egg, sticky with half-dried blood. He got up, one hand on a tree trunk to steady himself. His legs were wobbly causing him to lean back against the tree to brush grass and twigs off his clothes. Of the felt purse that used to hang from his be...
As he jumped out of the plane, seventeen-year-old Noah Walker wondered if down below, a German soldier had him in his gunsight. His bowels felt loose. He wondered if he would lose control. He had seen more horrors than anyone his age should! If he managed to fall asleep, he would wake up in cold sweat and calling his mom after yet another nightmare! Here he was, suspended from a parachute and hoping to God that he would not land among a cluster of enemy soldiers. He had long stopped praying with the childlike faith that had sustained his ch...
Submitted to Contest #88
Pale embers and a scattering of ashes… That was all that remained of the bright burning fire my soul had been at birth. The daughter of a Heavenly King should never feel so weak. I fell to earth only fourteen years ago to experience mortality, entrusted to earthly parents by my father. My soul-fire shone bright in childhood. My dimpled smile attracted many a cheek pinching from my older earth relatives. It was a gloriously free time, cocooned in the love of my live-in maternal grandmother. I was a bright child, full of sunlight and joy. Some...
Submitted to Contest #87
The Linden Tree stood hollow at the center of the village square. She had seen many generations of farmers and their families gather under the shade of her fluttering leaves. The village of Chamarandes was nestled along a portion the Marne River. Its few houses stood in the River’s valley. The land was green and lush, with cow pasture land and bordered on all sides by hilly temperate forests of deciduous trees, a few conifers thrown in at random. The Linden Tree felt alone in her cobblestone square, ...
Canceling April Fools’ Day sounded better by the minute to Laurianne. She stared out of her 6th floor apartment window, tuning out the heavy traffic and the screech of train brakes on metal. She had just called in sick at all three of her jobs, but now, she regretted it as she tried to shake off the memories that plagued her each year on the first of April. She now found herself with an empty day ahead, on one of the toughest days of each year… As a college student at the Université de Bourgogne, in ...
Submitted to Contest #84
The clicking of the knitting needles and the creaking of the wooden rocker were the only sounds in the room. The grandfather clock had ceased ticking on March 22nd, 1961, the day Henri had died. It seemed like centuries ago that Adeline’s beloved had died of a stroke while working in their vegetable garden. She had, as tradition warranted in her border town of Crespin, in Northern France, stopped the pendulum in his favorite clock. Never again would Henri wind the mechanism that gave life to the mahogany clock he had bought...
Chapter One: Guilty “My recommendation for your mother’s recovery is to place her in a nursing care center. Life Care has openings. They will take good care of her as her pelvis heals from surgery.” Elizabeth only half took in what the surgeon recommended. Her mind wandered to the many times her mother had taken care of her, through childhood bullying at school and through a couple of divorces. Could she REALLY place her mother in a nursing care center without feeling guilty? She shook herself as the surgeon prompted,...
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