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The Innocent Hero

Submitted to Contest #297

The Innocent Hero We all need heroes no matter how old or young we are. Someone we look toward or to give us inspiration, someone who lifts us up when we are down. Some get paid large sums of money, sometimes they get a thank you, and sometimes they receive praise they shy from because they are just being themselves. I know of just a man. He saved me when I was ten years old and taught me in one “at bat” that life can change on a dime or perhaps a diamond. Not long after my mom moved us to the town I had spent most of my life in, I found o...

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The thief in the night

Submitted to Contest #297

It was a crisp Monday morning in October. The sun was bright and shinning as Maria was preparing breakfast for her children. The world was in full swing as everyone hustle about trying to get to work, and go about their life, everything they have come to trust in was about to be shattered forever. That the life they once knew will be gone forever. Maria was a good mother who always woke early to make sure her children received a good meal before school. After losing her husband to cancer Maria almost gave up on life but she had her children ...

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First Day

Submitted to Contest #297

The day before the first day of first grade was one of those days that felt like a small adventure. Mom, Grammie, and I were out shopping, searching for the perfect birthday gift for Dad. The stores bustled with people, and the air was filled with the smell of popcorn and pretzels from the food court. Mom started to get a headache, but we weren’t sure if it was because she was hangry or wanted a cigarette. We decided to head home, hoping a little rest would do her good.Later that evening, as I lay in bed cuddling Bugs (my stuffed bunny that ...

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Prison Break

Submitted to Contest #296

Jailhouse Johnson was feeling overwhelmed. No one told him life outside of prison was so difficult. In San Quentin he was told when to get up, what to wear, what to eat and when to leave his cell. He didn’t have to pretend he was happy and smile. Now, people expected him to make eye contact when they were talking to him but that was way too risky. He wanted to hide out from the world. He had to push himself to go out for groceries or even walk up the hall to the bathroom. His friends, Big Jackson and Jimmy Breeze had come to his room a coupl...

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The Good Person?

Submitted to Contest #296

The Good Person?A man lay broken on the margins of society, like a wounded animal discarded by a world that was too fast, too selfish, too loud. Once strong, once capable, he was now invisible. Spat out by a hostile world of greedy, self-serving, egocentric beings. Unbelievable tragedies and unfortunate coincidences marred his life. He had been so strong for so long. Working two demanding jobs, he rushed home to cook and clean, struggled to make it through the exhausting days, only to lie awake at night listening to his son wheezing. That ...

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A Season for Annabeth

Submitted to Contest #296

The room was far from dark. Fairy lights speckled the walls as though climbing them. They were strung like ivy, falling and rising and flickering in slow motion. Outside, the snow descended silently from an overcast sky. It was 7:00 am, but not light enough to call it day. The pedestal fan blew at its lowest speed, circulating air warmed by heat turned up high. It was restful and clean. Annabeth Whitmore hoped the stillness wouldn't be disturbed by the pigeons who'd decided to come morning by morning and break the peaceful spell with their i...

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"You Are Oppressed"

Submitted to Contest #296

"You are oppressed."Sudden. Abrupt. With no head or tails where that came from. I sit, confused, as the guy sitting across from me continues. “Oppressed and restricted, with no freedom of choice.”Ooo~k...? Definitely has a screw loose in his head. But how do I respond? I don't want to say the wrong thing, and offer a smile, but then realize...He can't see it."Your men are still living in the stone-age. So controlling, expecting you to only cook and bear children for them, while they go out and work. Are you going to continue tolerating this?...

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A Young Woman's Conviction

Submitted to Contest #296

Water drips on the floor of the dank prison cell, a small dark pool forming on the dirt floor. The smell emanating from the cramped space is putrid, causing some of the newer members of the cell to dry heave. The icy cold seeps into the prisoners’ bones, racking their bodies with shivers to retain even a shred of body heat. Agatha sits naked, having been stripped of her clothes like the others. Her wrists are bloody, chafed from the chains holding them together, but she barely notices. Those are really nothing compared to the other woun...

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Low Flying Angels

Submitted to Contest #296

Low Flying Angels It became common to hide in the dark. As a child, I heard my parents quarreling and fighting, mostly at night. I sought solace and security under my bed and in my closet. I recall wanting to make sure I could only see my hands. If I had them, I could pray that my world would become a better place. With my hands, I could fix all that was broken. I could dry the tears in my eyes as well. As life progressed, I learned to close my eyes to what I saw. I could not close my ears, however. The screams came from a vengeful grandmo...

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The Mirror

Submitted to Contest #295

Susan stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror.”Where has the time gone? What do I have to show for all these years?”She wondered how different life would have been ,”If only.”“If only what? If only, I would have continued with art? If only, I would have finished that book? If only, I would have continued with piano? Why did I quit?”Tears filled the brim of her eyes, nails digging the palms of clenched fists, “Why did you quit? Why do you always quit?f Her fists pounding the reflection as if she could knock some sense in herself. As if...

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Beyond the Reality of Sorrow

Submitted to Contest #295

In the small, breathtaking town of Willowbrook, where every street seemed to carry whispers of laughter and stories of love, Eleanor Hayes felt trapped beneath a heavy cloud of sorrow. At thirty, her once bright world had dulled to shades of gray since her beloved mother, Helen, passed away. Helen had been vibrant and full of life, a local artist whose colorful landscapes and portraits captured not just images but emotions. Her artwork filled every corner of Eleanor’s home, but instead of solace, they now served as painful reminders of what ...

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Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Submitted to Contest #295

My family comes from the hills of Tennessee. Actually, they come from the valleys between the hills. They came to the United States from Germany around 160 years ago after they left Schwerin, the capitol city for one of the districts in northern Germany. Grandpa always told me the location of the border after any given war determined which country Schwerin was in, but as I study history I’m learning he was probably misinformed. After they left Schwerin they came through Canada, choosing the overland route and pausing in Ontario for a time be...

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Under The Kitchen Sink

Submitted to Contest #295

Spoiler, but a scare warning: MC and other characters talk about being knocked out and a near death from a spider bite. Very mild. Fictional story but based on Orthodox Christian spiritual warfare.It was a Saturday afternoon when I was thirteen. My friend Lyla and I were playing hide and go seek at her house. Lyla was my new friend, but she was fun to hang out withI also had a friend named Aiden. He was my best friend since I was little, like REALLY little. He looks the same age as me, but he always acted a lot older. He was scared about me ...

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College

Submitted to Contest #294

Dear Sarah, Good morning, how are you? You are off to your first year of college.  I know you’re excited and maybe a little bit scared, but you’ll do fine.  God will not let you down.  He will be with you all the days of your life. I’m mailing this the day before you leave so you will have a welcome to college letter waiting for you. Welcome to college.  The most fun and possibly the most important time of your life. I looked at the class schedule you left at your mom’s.  Looks like you are going to be very...

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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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