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The Lord is Pruning

Submitted to Contest #63

As I stepped outside I could see the leaves on fire in colors. Red, orange, yellow and brown all twirling on the ground . I thought to myself Lord I feel laughter with you . The twirling leave that dance in a ballet of joy surly remind me of how you cheer me up in this season. A season of giving of joy from the heart. Gifts reflecting laughter to the receiver and most surly joy from the giver. I use to cry because I had no money, now I rejoice because you will guide my ways. An embrace with a kiss on the cheek and a pasta salad as a side dis...

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The Forbidden Fruit

Submitted to Contest #63

“Give that back, Zia! I called dibs on that apple!” “ But I’m hungry! Besides I picked it from the tree first!” she yelled jumping off the tree and landing clumsily on the grass. “Zia,” he gritted his teeth, trying not to cuss, “ my sweet little sister, I’m the one carrying our load of clothes on my back remember? I’m the one carrying you when you tire! And..and I haven’t eaten anything since that night. So. Give. Me. That. Apple.” “Neither of us have eaten a thing since that night.” she said defiantly. And then almost in a whisper, “ It’...

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Change of Autumn

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Joni was at a fall retreat for her church woman's group. She was late for the bonfire because they had just had a Bible study and it so moved her to talk to God. They had been talking in the Bible study about the power of the tongue. She had been struggling with this for quite sometime. Every time she had called her mother on the phone, her mother would talk down about her sister and gossip about her. She would sometimes join in and then after the phone conversation be very sad and disa...

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Conversations With Mom

Submitted to Contest #63

“To describe my mother would be to write about  a hurricane in it’s perfect power.”--Maya Angelou It was raining hard in October. I wasn’t very surprised after all, it was the beginning of fall or Autumn and rain is supposed to be a normal thing for this time of the year. But, it had been a long time since rain fell from the sky in any month. I was excited and didn’t even use my umbrella as I walked to the car.  My hair got wet and I didn’t even care. I jumped in a puddle like I was a toddler and laughed hard. My next door neighb...

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Fallen. No more

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I walked right to the corner in the courtyard of my neighbour Carlos. He was standing close to the collection he had made of the dry leaves. He had set fire to them and was warming himself at that fire. It was a chilly evening. I too stepped close to him and said, "Hi Carlos! Nice fire!"                                  &...

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The Gift of Freedom

Submitted to Contest #63

Inside the golden garden, through grass green and good, two perfect figures walked, the first, a tall, slender man with skin white and soft as the dancing clouds high above. His arms stretched all the way down to the bucket he carried, no doubt for apples, but as with everything inside these walls, the bucket did not cause him strife. Beside him, walked the second figure, a woman with hair so fair and golden that even the sun seemed dim by comparison. Their smiles could be seen even from my spot hidden amongst the tree leaves as could their...

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Sirenia's Gift

Submitted to Contest #62

Sirenia's Gift “Sirenia, wake up Darling,” said Mother as she tries to rouse me from my sleep. “No, go away Mother,” I moan from underneath my nice soft comforter. “Sweetheart, I need you to wake up. I know it's early but it's your 18th birthday and I have a surprise for you.” “A surprise? All right, I'm up. What is it, Mother?” I ask as I rub the sleep from my eyes. My Mother, who has almost the same amount of patience as Job, looks endearingly upon me and hands me a plain wrapped gift. Completely awake now, I sit up holding...

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Already-Not Yet

Submitted to Contest #62

Christians are stuck in the already-but not yet…Our future is secure, yet we still toil in this world. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. The light is all wrong and the room is, what is it? It’s like it’s pretending, like it’s staged. She saw her husband emerge from the bathroom. “Are you going in late today?” he said, with a strange look on his face. She wanted to leap from the bed and hug him tight, but something was keeping her from that. It was the tight and drawn look on his face and something was wrong with his light. ...

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A dream of prophecy

Submitted to Contest #62

In a vacuum of time is where the story of the change took place. A parallel universe that would have otherwise continued parallel until Mark disrupted the balance of all existence and the two worlds became momentarily perpendicular and crossed paths with irreversible consequences, never to meet again, straying further from their point of contact and subsequently, reality.  In reality, Mark was not the man’s name but it was as good as any other he believed. The morning of the falling star was said to hold mystic properties and, not ope...

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Cottage and Tea

Submitted to Contest #61

Cottage and Tea Clementine Hopkins is a 32-year-old Human Resources Director who is somewhat introverted. Although Clementine lives in the present, she is captivated by The Victorian Era.  She loves the clothing, vocabulary, furniture, old books, right down to the mannerisms.  Her love for Victorian style, vintage, and antique things are unquestionable. Clementine is particularly interested in The Victorian Era, the period that matches the reign of England’s Queen Victoria from 1837-1901.  Now that Clementine ...

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A character obsessed with an era they never lived through

Submitted to Contest #61

Phrases like; articulation of failure and failure of articulation, eat to live or live to eat, he died to live, these were the best of times and these were the worst of times, seems to be foregrounded in the mind of Karamazov, when he thought of era that he seems to be obsessed with. On dwelling further deep a couple of centuries before the nineteenth, somewhere between seventeenth and sixteenth century was the century Karamazov was obsessed with. This obsession was for half a dozen reasons, if not more. With some insight into Historiograp...

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HONEY AND CINNAMON

Submitted to Contest #61

I turned off the car and studied the house looming in front of me. It was like a small mansion but a mansion all right. For someone that grew up in an orphanage and was later brought up in a modest sized house, I was intimidated by the one in front of me.  Don’t worry, it’s just a house, it won’t bite, Lena, my fiancée said dryly I laughed at that, I’m not scared it will, after all its just a house, I said intentionally repeating her words making her laugh. Come on, let’s go inside and meet the in- laws, I concluded. I came down and wen...

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The Smell ovf Rain

Submitted to Contest #61

Write about a character who smells something familiar and is instantly taken back to the first moment they smelled it. The Scent of Rain -       Gloria Sendelbaugh I am an older woman who has reconciled that as I age my universe becomes smaller.  That I can get in and out of a grocery store quickly remains one of my expectations. But today I am slowed down sitting behind the steering wheel of my car in a food market parking lot waiting for a spring rainstorm to move on and aggravate someone else...

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You may not love it

Submitted to Contest #61

Adeem had a chequered childhood- a childhood of mons and sobs.Adeem wound leave for school earlier than his other classmates living in the neighborhood.He had no sense of time.He would leave his home, go to his friends and if he would not be ready would look for some other to play with.For Adeem school was not jan institution where he would learn but just a brick-stone structure akin to garden full of love and latitude.He was always at his happiest while at school.He was not a gem of a student.He would only love school for his home was no be...

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Scent Number 101

Submitted to Contest #61

There stood Craig on the busy corner waiting for the light to turn to walk so that he could get across to his building of employment. He was late as it was and these lights were all against him today. He would get lectured from his boss once more and he had told he would get fired if he was late again. What was his exercise going to be this time? He wanted to scream at the lights to hurry up, so they wouldn’t make him any later. What was he going to tell the boss? On this street corner was the first time in a long ...

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