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Twelve-year-old John Abernathy plucked a rusty nail from between his teeth and jammed it into the corner of a flier. Using a hammer to bang the nail into the side of a splintered telephone pole, he eyed an old woman seated on the steps of a dilapidated cafe.“You know what I’m hanging up here, lady?”When the woman did not answer, John spat a mouthful of tobacco into the dirt.“There’s a tent revival coming to town! Only costs a quarter to go, which is a heck of a deal, cause the Bible says you oughta tithe. I...
I stand at a crossroads. Wind whips my hair around my face as I prop my hands on my hip. I tap my thumb on the pommel of my sword and consider my options. One path leads into the forest that grows darker by the second. The other leads to a cave. I need to find shelter before night falls. To stay out in the open means certain death once full darkness settles. Both of my options hold dangers. All sorts of wild plants and ...
Today something remarkable happened. I have always been fortunate, but today it looks as if my luck is running out. For instance, in the morning I was going to school when I found a car wrecked in our trash. I thought it was a coincidence, but later I found something unusual in my locker. A dead rat, but there was a sketchy guy in all black I saw out of the corner of my eye. Then I thought about the trash can. The trash can incident then popped into my head. It is just connecting the dots. When I realized it might stalk me at firs...
I sit at the edge of an examination table, dizzy and annoyed at the dizziness. A shock of pain plows into my forehead and extends through my gut. My skull seems to vibrate. A wave of nausea overcomes me and I groan.I don’t get enough sleep, there’s too much stress in my life, I need to eat better and drink more water. Because of these things, I get migraines. I know that’s all it is, but I'm here to placate my annoying husband who insists on telling me to go to the doctor every time I complain. I am, and always have bee...
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!
As the last toll faded, I shifted in my oversized lounge chair, rested my head back, and raised my eyes from my book to look outside. The snow-covered street sat dark and silent compared to the havoc inside the town hall across the street. Since the town’s founding, New Year's Eve was a massive event where everyone gathered together to welcome the new year. Even now, I could s...
Ricardo had sat in the same prison cell for four years. His life seemed as though it was over before it got started well. His mom died while he was in prison, and they took him to the funeral in handcuffs. His dad died of alcohol poisoning alone, and he had no idea where his two sisters were. He turned twenty-one in a few days and had no future for himself. "This life is only for the ones with family, and it looks like ...
Josh stared at his vision board, as he lay on his bed. "I am a good man." So how was he going to get there? This was today, he woke up in a drug rehab. It had all been too easy to get there, now it was up to him to change.
Becoming a party animal was the easiest thing Josh Sampson had ever had to do. One day, he was the hometown hero, the local suburban boy who had made it big in league football. Josh was a media...
The lost-found family
I am alone.
Alone alone alone.
Once I had a family, safe in that rocking amniotic ocean, safe, safe, safe. And then I emerged, I flourished, loved by my precious family. What more wonderful. Loved. And we came together, specially, for Christmas.
That was then.
But they left me. No, that’s wrong, rude hard men took them from me, too...
It was a beautiful fall afternoon in Baltimore, and Shy, a registered nurse, had the day off. She loved living here, and so close to the park too, especially during this time of the year when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. As she reflected, she sat down on a bench in the park, thinking about her family back home. Shy, newly married missed her family dearly, she hadn’t seen them in two years. Shortly after...
Graydar was a magician in time. He awoke to a sunny morning, a good omen. Graydar ate a simple, humble breakfast of toast, hold the jam. His tummy had butterflies today, he felt a tad nervous. Quite an understatement, that. Graydar was totally excited and nervous.
Graydar--also a pilgrim--washed and dressed head to foot in his magician gear, including the hood. His couture was quite colorful, all ritual, as he wa...
“Alright guys, are you all ready for winter break?” I asked the kids, smiling at them. We had just finished reading a story in the library, and I wouldn’t be seeing the kids until school started back up again in January. Which was truly a shame, because I adored reading with these kids, they were all so sweet, from loud, brash Simon, who was here because his mom thought it would help him mellow out (it wasn’t working), ...
They had both knelt together at the spot, the ground around them barren, the bald hill sloping away from them like the curve of a skull.
“Do it,” said his father.
He looked up into his father’s eyes, and for the briefest of moments, saw in them pain like a bottomless grave.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then his father nodded, and they breathed on the ground in un...
“ God will save me. ” Sharon said. Her longtime doctor, who was helping her fight a severe autoimmune condition, respected her faith but wanted desperately to help her with modern medicine.
“ He saved my sister, because she kept her faith, stayed on the path. I will stay on the path and He will save me too. I will have many, many long years. I am not throwing in the towel now. Besides, you guys can’t even reall...
The house was exactly as he left it. When Uncle Steven moved to hospice last spring, he had already transferred all the rights to his books and published articles to his nonprofit foundation, the Lamont Library. After he died in August, he left his house to me, his only niece, since he never married and had no children of his own. Months had passed, but nothing had been touched. Even his last two case studies he had planned to archive for the library were scattered in boxes stacked to the ceiling in the study. No one had shown m...
Introducing Martha, the lady of the house. Martha had retired from her job as an events organizer when she was expecting. Now she was the mother of five year old twins, Beau and Celeste. Her sprogs were in their first year of primary school.
One classic suburban night, Martha was still attending to her twins' whining needs at ten o'clock. She had got half her pyjamas on, before Beau and Celeste started their atte...
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