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Legal Theft: Plan of Action (229 Words)

“I can feel you worrying from all the way over there and it’s starting to turn my stomach into knots.” Elaine glanced down the couch at her sister.Elizabeth smiled back as best as she could. “I’ve got a lot riding on this job, Lanie. I can’t help but worry. I need everything to go right.”

Elaine took a deep breath, and focused on her sister. “Well, you know. If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be. If you are supposed to have this job, if life is supposed to go the way you planned, then it will happen.” She gave a careful shrug. “No point in worrying about it now.”

Elaine watched as a slow change took over her sister. She sat up a little straighter. She cocked her head to the side slightly, furrowing her brow as she thought. But then she smiled, a big wide smile that made Elaine even more nervous than the worrying Elizabeth ever did.

“Grab your coat, Lanie,” Elizabeth cheered, jumping off the couch, “We’ve got some errands to run.”

“Elizabeth, what are you doing?” She groaned, getting off the couch and getting her jacket nonetheless.

“Well, Don’t you remember what Mom always used to say?” Elizabeth smiled, “There is a fine line between ‘If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be’ and ‘God helps those who help themselves.’”

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2016 in Stories

 

Fiction: Rules (99 words)

I broke the rules.  Even as I was breaking them, I didn’t think much about them. It was too tempting, and too distracting. And to be honest, even brokenhearted, I don’t regret it.  Because it was too beautiful while it happened to truly be bad.

But my advice to you, if you can take it. Be prepared to hurt more than you could ever imagine. Because great gains always come with great losses. And if you can’t decide the losses are worth it, then don’t dare look at the forbidden fruit.  Not even once.  Because you cannot look back.

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2016 in Stories

 

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Legal Theft: Thursday Night Shopping (431 words)

The best part of living in a small town is that word travels fast.  After good news or tragedy, only one of two people had to know, and the word spread like fire.  People would line up to congratulate you, or they would steer clear of topics that you don’t want to deal with.  So when they called the wedding off, Allison didn’t really have to worry about going to the store.  True, she’d get some sad looks from Mrs. Andrews behind the counter.  And her daughter Courtney would probably say something a little tactless, but that was what six year olds were for. But no one was going to ask her how Willy was doing, or if there was anything else they could do to help her get ready.

But the down side of a small town was there was only one store that everyone frequented. If you needed dish soap or fresh vegetables, there was only Andrews’ Store to go to. So, when she rounded the corner into aisle two, Allison almost ran smack into the same man who she was irrationally hoping that she’d never see again.

“Allison. Hey.”  He straightened up from looking at the sponges on the bottom shelf. There was an awkward silence, while they considered each other.  “How are you?” He asked, wincing even as the words came out of his mouth.

“I’ve been better,” Allison answered honestly, deciding that if he wanted her to pull blows, maybe he should have been a bit more tactful in his breaking up with her, “Worlds better, if you must know.”

“Right.”  William sighed, “Right of course.” Another awkward silence, this time accompanied with awkward shuffling of weight from foot to foot.  But Allison was determined to wait him out.  She wasn’t going spend her life running away from him. “I’ll just go, shall I? I can come back later.”

“If you want,” Allison sighed.  She was inwardly grateful, she didn’t know how much more she could take, but she didn’t want to let him know that. William set his stuff down on a random shelf, and all but ran from Andrews’ Store.

Allison gave herself a few seconds to take a deep breath, before heading to the counter to check out.  She tried her best to smile at Mrs. Andrews but she wasn’t sure she’d managed it.

Mrs. Andrews reached out and put a hand on Allison’s.  “That alright, baby girl.  You show him you don’t need him.”

Allison couldn’t decide whether or not it was a good idea to stay in a small town anymore.

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2016 in Legal Theft Project

 

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Legal Theft: Legends (206 words)

“The story says that she was created by a smile from the Gods upon her mother. She was born without pain to her mother, and because of that she was blessed to lead a strong and powerful life.” Jasmine added some mystical finger wagging to add some weight to the legend.

“And you believe that?” Gretchen asked, wide eyed.

Jasmine let her hands fall to her side and scoffed.  “No. She was created because her mother was a randy woman with old fashioned ideas of how to prevent a pregnancy.  If she was born without pain to her mother, it’s because her mother was drugged up at the time of her birth.  I knew that family too well to believe any of that nonsense. She’s a strong warrior, yes, and she’s worked very hard to get where she is now.  But she’s not magical. And she shouldn’t be a legend.”

Gretchen narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Jazzy, you are just determined to suck all the magic and the wonder out of everything, aren’t you?”

Jasmine shrugged, and turned back to the papers she had been reading earlier.  “Show me something deserving of magic and wonder, and we can discuss it then.”

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2016 in Legal Theft Project

 

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Legal Theft Project: Home to Family (470 words)

Henry could tell by the lack of yapping that everyone must be asleep.  After all, if his wife was still awake the dogs would still be awake, and if the dogs were still awake then he would have been greeted at the door with little bouncing things and happy barking.  The only thing they loved more than greeting him at the door was sleeping curled up next to his Linda.

And there they were, curled up on the couch, TV now playing some infomercial for Tupperware that would change their lives forever, and the two balls of wiry hair curled up next to her sleeping head, making her look like she’d gone prematurely gray.  Although, if he’d made that joke to her, she’d come back with “It’s not premature after having to deal with you day in and day out.  It’d make anyone with a weaker constitution gray overnight.” No, He’d just keep that little joke to himself.
He leant down to kiss her on the forehead, and she turn a little as she blinked her eyes open.   The dog closer to the edge of the couch started to slip off, and instinctually he reached out to grab her.  In doing so, he bumped her into her brother, who woke up and an immediately started yapping.    Upon going from the slow waking up of a husband’s kiss to the sudden start of loud dog in the ear, Linda tried to sit up too quickly and ended up falling right off the couch and hard on her butt.  She blinked up at him confused as to what happened.  “I was having such a good dream too,” she said sadly.

Henry couldn’t help himself.  He started laughing. With one dog in his hand barking, one on the couch barking, and a dazed wife sitting on the ground in front of him he was just struck by the giggles.  “Thank you.  You don’t know how much I needed that after today.”

Linda stood up and stretched.  “Well, glad to be of service.”  She rubbed her eyes and squinted at her husband.  “You’re not bring the dogs to bed.”

“Aw, come on,” Henry tried his best puppy dog eyes, bring the dog he was holding up to eye level to help with the charm.   Since the dog was still yapping, though, it wasn’t much help.

“Not tonight.”

“Ah well.” Henry set the dog down on the couch, and the brother and sister continued to yap without jumping down.  “The best children that a man could ask for.” He sighed, watching the dogs carefully.

Linda stopped half way to the bedroom. “Please, for the love of God, don’t say that when we have our own children.”

He shrugged, and hurried to beat her to the bedroom door with a grin on his face. “We’ll see.”

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2016 in Legal Theft Project

 

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BEST OF: Getting Ready (263 words)

Originally Posted: January 19, 2016

“Alfie, don’t,” She laughed, playfully swatting at him, and smiling at their reflections in the mirror over the dresser.  “If you start that then I’ll stop getting ready—and if I stop getting ready then we will never get to your sister’s rehearsal dinner.”

“Well, if I remember correctly, my sister didn’t come to our rehearsal dinner because she was feeling up one of the waiters in a closet somewhere,” Alfie grinned, dipping his head to the bend between her neck and shoulder, kissing her gently.  “I say she’s lucky if we show up at all.”

“Alfred Hanes, you are the older brother, and thirty-one years old.  You cannot use your then twenty-one-year-old sister’s actions as a life plan.”

“Aw, but I wanted to.”  Alife groaned, setting his chin down on his wife’s bare shoulder.

“You just don’t want to talk to your Uncle Andrew.”  Their eyes met in the mirror, and Alfie knew better than to try to deny it.

“Can’t it be both that I don’t want to talk to Uncle Andrew and I really want to have sex with my lovely wife?”

She rolled her eyes at that.  “Of course it can. But we still need to go to your sister’s rehearsal.”  She patted him lovingly on the head. “Go get your tie.  If you behave—I’ll get sick an hour early, and you can rush me home like the loving husband you are.” She raised an eyebrow at his reflection suggestively.

Alfie smiled in the mirror and perked up a little.  “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2016 in Bekah Beth's Best Of

 

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BEST OF: Simple Request (278 words)

Originally Posted: November 12, 2015

He was supposed to be my brother, you know.  We shared a womb and I’ve never known a life without him.  I was hoping he’d be my best friend forever.  I think everyone was expecting him to be.  Clearly, he wasn’t.

It took me a very long time to admit that he wasn’t just—you know—strange.  Finally, I had to admit to myself that he was properly evil.  I didn’t want to admit that I knew the truth…that he had killed, that he would kill again.  It took me too long to admit that he had to be stopped.

And even still, I can’t do it.  I can help them, I can give them information and point them in the right direction—but I can’t face my brother myself.  It’s too hard to look him in the eye and think that I should kill him—that he should die.  Because my heart still wants him to live.  My heart still wants me to figure out what’s wrong and fix him, to make him right again.

But my head knows that isn’t possible.  There is no fixing him—there is no redemption for the things that he’s done.  He needs to die.  I know that. I accept that.  I have to come to terms with the inevitability of that.  I will help in any way I can to make that become a reality.

But I can’t be the one to pull the trigger.  I know that’s a weakness, but I’m not willing to overcome it.  I can’t be the one to kill my brother. And I don’t think that is too much to ask.

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2016 in Bekah Beth's Best Of

 

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