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...

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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 goss...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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