Robyn Welborne

“Married In And Separated Out” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #29

He is always forcing me to socialize with her. To see if she—and himself—can win over my approval. I do not mind it as much as I did before. She is an awfully nice girl. Maybe a little too nice, even for him. As far as “gaining my affections”, she is sadly far from it. ***  Hi, my name is Margot Monroe, and right now I’m trying to cope with the aftereffects of my parents' divorce. I never wanted this, but did anyone ever stop to ask me? My once free life is now restricted by the words on a crummy piece of paper that was signed by s...

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“A Night Along The Mississippi” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #29

“Where are we going,” asked fourteen-year-old Jasmine Lockworth to herself. She twirled her thick braids around her fingers and stared out the window of the large school bus. “How much farther until we reach the campgrounds?” She grew restless on the long drive through Mississippi. Jasmine turned around in her seat and tapped Trina Jones on the shoulder. Jasmine and Trina were best friends since elementary school. The two of them grew up together in every grade. It was the last week of summer camp and the bus was headed to a recreational cen...

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“Christmas Break Suspension” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #28

This story dates to my high school days when I was a Junior. I wouldn’t overdo myself, saying that I was the “good girl”, but I did tend to keep to myself when possible. I wasn’t a popular girl, nor was I the smartest. I never had a thing for love. Everyone else fell hard for the infatuation in the air. Almost every girl in my class had some type of boyfriend or partner. I was one of the few that still prided themselves in being single. Like every teenage girl, I did enjoy my fair share of petty drama and gossip—if it didn’t evolve me. ...

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“Family Ties” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #28

I’m always getting myself into awkward situations—I can’t help it, it’s just my personality—and yet, somehow making it out in one piece. The tale I’m about to reveal deals with a not-so-complicated lover’s triangle between me and an unknowingly pair of brothers. No, I did not date them both at once, but the timeline sure came close. Here’s the story of how I dated my boyfriend’s brother.  So, it began back in high school with me meeting a guy through social media. That’s how most people do it nowadays, right? He...

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“Two Wrongs Somehow Made A Right” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #28

Broken hearts lead to some of the most impulsive decisions known to mankind. I should know, I experienced several. I wish this had a fairytale ending, but that rarely ever happens in a normal life. I loved, then I lost, then I found a quick fix. Who knew that it would lead to some catastrophic consequences? Everybody wants their cake and eat it, too. I tried. It was sweet at first but had a severely bitter aftertaste. At what point do you come to the decision of sacrificing your best friend for the love of your life? I never chose a side. Th...

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“The Reaper in the Marsh” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #27

Fifty-two-year-old Michael Michaelis was never considered to be a normal person in the modernistic London society. By day, he was a simple factory worker making a decent living for himself, but by night, he was called upon by the nightlife to deliver his services around the Baytown District of Westminster, London. Michael’s latest job led him to an estate on in a well-known neighborhood on the north end of the Nuse River owned by bank teller Jarod Wayman. Michael had received his task one evening, in the form of a black-enveloped letter, abo...

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“A Recipe to Die For” by Robyn Welborne

“Come one, come all,” shouted the Ticketmaster as he rallied the people of Meyersville, Tennessee. “Welcome to the 45th Annual County Fair!” He waved his hands and flashed a smile at the children passing through his ticket booth. One by one, he stamped each entry voucher and encouraged everybody to stay awhile.  Locals from all corners of town came to participate in the festivities. They were especially curious in the winner of the famous Betty Parton’s Bake Off. The crowd was beginning to form around a brightly colored striped ten...

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“Murdering Abroad” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #27

Here, nestled in the Westmeiser Valley, sat the quaint little village of Dorchester, England. A shy and cozy little place with an average population. It was a fair day with a bright blue sky with scattered clouds. The sun took its place over the horizon. It was the beginning of a new dawn and a joyful start to their annual village fete. The village roared to life as the people hopped out of their beds to get the day under way. The Baker, as usual, stirring up the coals inside the brick stove to warm up the racks of freshly kneaded dough. The...

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“Survivor's Guilt” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #27

It was a particularly breezy December’s Eve here in the busy city of Tanglewood Michigan. The streets were roaring to life before the sun could even reach its halfway point above the horizon. Headlights shone everywhere, lighting up the city like a well-decorated Christmas tree. The store fronts beamed with the standard red-and-blue neon signs in their windows. Earlybird’s waited outside in their heated cars for the right moment to hop out and rush inside before the chill had a chance to nip at the napes of their exposed necks.  On the ...

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“The Case of the Man in the Private Booth” by Robyn Welborne

Submitted to Contest #27

It was an early Sunday morning when the Vanderhein Express pulled to a screeching halt at the Northern Amsterdam Station. The conductor tugged on the cord, releasing several loud bellows from its horn. There was a central clock that hung in the middle of the station that chimed when its hands reached the top of the nine o’clock hour. The lobby of the station was starting to fill quickly with rushing passenger; each having a specific destination to reach within a very strict time limit. Among the throng was young intern Madame Amy Cartha...

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