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Timothy Holland

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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The Word

Submitted to Contest #294

The Word“In the beginning was the Word.”The bedtime story Grandma Paige told her grandkids always started the same. She was a woman of God baptized in a little river close to the small church her family attended when a child. Her salvation was the rock on which she stood. Now she wanted the same for them.However, having been baptized as children of Christ Grandma Paige wanted them to know who their savior was. And where He came from. There were those that had accepted Jesus but never knew. And false information could lead them astray.No, Gra...

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The Interstate Connection

Submitted to Contest #293

Harold did not feel well. He had a head cold. It had snuck up on him that morning before school. This was not the day to come down with anything as it was a major one in his ten-year-old life. At eight o’clock that night he would play his first organized football game.On top of being sick he was nervous. He had done well enough in practices and scrimmages to earn a starting backfield position on the 85-pound Stallions. His best friend Jeff Stein was the head coach’s son. He introduced Harold to all the members of the Stallions on the first d...

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"I AM....MAN!!"

Submitted to Contest #263

I’m really a nice guy. I am a husband and father of two little girls and a boy. I love my family dearly and am a good provider. My friends and family know this, but most people do not. For I am a professional wrestling villain. You know me as “Man.” Not “The Man.” Not “Mountain Man.” Not “The Big Man.” Just “Man.” I wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, like everyone I have a birth name. It’s Marvin. Marvin Manley. A good name and I like it. But it’s not a good ring name for a villain. I did not ask to be a villain. It was simply the w...

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Hot and Hungry

Jose woke up hot and hungry. His stomach was already making noises. This was not unusual for him or anyone in the Berrao household as they did not have much.   The hardwood floor that was his bed did not cool or comfort, but with seven siblings in a two-bedroom house one had to sleep wherever they could. Jose being one of the oldest knew this all too well. There is nothing like the experience of being hungry on a hot day. This one would be the hottest of the year with temperatures soaring well above one hundred degrees. The night had do...

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The Men who Raised 500 Boys

Submitted to Contest #261

What is the definition of an unsung hero? To me, it is a person who blesses others without asking for acknowledgement or anything in return. Two men who helped shape my life and the lives of many young men fit this definition. They are my junior high school physical education teachers Mr. John and Mr. Mac. I shortened their last names in case they would like to remain unsung which wouldn’t surprise me. Mr. John and Mr. Mac did something that so many took for granted. They helped raise 500 adolescent boys five days a week from September to Ju...

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A Rage To Burn

Submitted to Contest #260

The five-gallon gas can was in the bed of the old gray pickup truck. A pack of cigarettes rested in his shirt chest pocket. A book of matches in his pant pocket. Old newspapers lay on the passenger’s side of the truck seat. It was dark enough to get the job done. Leroy Stanford Jackson had had enough. The anger which had always been a part of him was at the boiling point. On this night, the man, who in his mind, so many people had passed over was about to get revenge. That revenge would come at the hands of all who worked at the sawmill. Th...

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