Robert Barr

“betrayal” by Robert Barr

Betrayal I woke up cold, wet, hungry, and slightly disoriented. ‘Where was I’? I slowly sensed that I had been lying on the cold, hard ground in the forest instead of my warm bed.  ‘What am I doing here?’ Slowly memories flooded back into my brain. I had been accused of something that I did not do. Was this a betrayal or do have to prove my innocence. My name is Robert, and I am a high school teacher. I failed a student because she had copied her assignments, and I gave the proof to the principal. The student then accused me o...

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“Cabin Life in the Winter” by Robert Barr

Submitted to Contest #227

Cabin Life in the Winter January 10 I have just returned to my winter cabin. Writing this diary entry, I realize I have not painted or written much since coming back. This lack of activity is contributing to my dark mood. It was a strange new feeling because I had begun to relish being alone. I am becoming depressed.  Something must unquestionably change this is not hibernation. I am sitting up in bed writing this entry after a restless night. It had been a long week of doing practically nothing creative. I need to write more thoughts...

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“cabin journey” by Robert Barr

I woke up cold, wet, hungry, and slightly disoriented. ‘Where was I’? I slowly sensed that I had been lying on the cold, hard ground in the forest instead of my warm bed.   ‘What am I doing here?’  Slowly memories flooded back into my brain like waking from a strange dream. I had been accused of something that I did not do. I escaped to the forest because of the gossip people were spreading about me. I needed time to think. ‘What should I do now? ‘Survive,’ I tell myself. My name is Robert, and I was a high school teacher. ...

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“Trench town” by Robert Barr

Submitted to Contest #190

Trench Town I am sitting in a circle of five Rastafarian Jamaican men. I felt no threat. Wow! So much has happened to me in the last six months. As I sat there, I became the participant/observer I had read about in many journals. I watched everything intensely. The men were expressing strong positive non-verbal's. In Trench town, there were the smells in the gutter, the cooking stoves, the sounds of someone making love in the next room, the cries of children, reggae blaring from the corner boom box radio, and the occasional gunfire...

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“cabin journey” by Robert Barr

Submitted to Contest #181

I woke up cold, wet, hungry and slightly disoriented. ‘Where was I’? I slowly sensed that I had been lying on the cold, hard ground in the forest instead of my warm bed.   ‘What am I doing here?’  Slowly memories flooded back into my brain like waking from a strange dream. I had been accused of something that I did not do. I escaped to the forest because of the gossip people were spreading about me. I needed time to think. ‘What should I do now? ‘Survive,’ I tell myself. My name is Robert, and I was a high school teacher. I...

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