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Walking Free
She couldn’t take it anymore, her life had taken too many turns and was now twisted beyond untangling. Janey was approaching her twentieth birthday and had decided enough was enough. She packed her bags and sat down to write a letter. “What would she say?”, she wondered, “And would they even understand?” As the pen fumbled against the pages, she penned the words “I’m leaving” on a stark white sheet of notebook paper. “But where are you going from here”, a voice whispered. Enraged, she scribbled the words “anywhere but here” and she left, leaving the baggage behind her.
By Natalie Stover3 years ago in Fiction
I Was A Turd
“Dad, where did I come from?” I asked. I was four years old. He paused and looked at the air for a moment, then told me that one day he had been on the toilet and when he got up and was about to flush, he saw something in the water. “What’s this??” he exclaimed as he reached in and pulled me out—a fresh new baby covered in poop. “Then I washed you off and decided to keep you!”
By Nora Novak3 years ago in Fiction
Pete's Story
Pete was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Across the table sat his wife Helen, who was talking nonsense like she does daily. Usually, Pete can ignore Helen's constant jibber jabber, but today her annoying voice was starting to get to him.
By Roy Tsukishima3 years ago in Fiction
Peaceful Dreams
“There’s nothing more we can do,” I heard them say. I could feel my eyes closing with an instance of a doctor’s tender touch. The longevity in the beep of a monitor next to me indicated that I was no longer immortal, and yet, I couldn’t have felt more alive. I had waited for this moment since the day He took her from me. The doctors were unaware of the unexplainable phenomenon that was emulating throughout my frail body, like a flash of lightening in the awakening of a storm just before the calm. I could finally see my world clearly in all of its beauty. Her eyes were the swift oceans and her lips, the parting mountains to a heart and soul more elegant than the nimbuses above. Heaven is a place on Earth, for I could not have soared any higher.
By Anthony Bieler3 years ago in Fiction
A Life for a Life
My wife was in the hospital bed right next to me. I had gone away to war, expected to die, and she was to come home with a new bundle of life. Except, the opposite had happened. Most babies cry when they come out of the womb. But Avery had taken all of the tears away from our son’s short-lived journey into this world of pain and suffering. Maybe life wasn’t all that golden as it was made to be. Maybe He was nothing more than a dictator. I would have done anything to go back to the battlefield.
By Anthony Bieler3 years ago in Fiction
