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Fiction: Goodbye (99 words)

“Don’t say it.”

“Don’t say what?”

“Don’t say what you were about to say.” He pulled her in close, but didn’t kiss her.  If you say it—I can’t pretend I don’t know.  If I can’t pretend I don’t know…”

“I know.” The words were barely a whisper, she sat up a little straighter, gave a cough, and tried again, this time a bit louder, “I know. I just want you to know that—“

“I do. I know. I understand just—please.” He whispered. He dropped a quick kiss into her hair and she felt his tears. “Please. Don’t say it.”

 
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Posted by on May 12, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Truth is– (99 words)

Truth is, I am in love with him. I can’t ever tell him.  Because if I did, then he’d tell me he loves me.  He’d want to make me happy. He’d drop everything and make me his top priority. And he’d do it without a second thought.

But I can’t let him.  They need him now–more than I need him.  Unfortunate. Still true. They need him to protect my city, my friends, my brother.  Maybe, someday, they won’t need him. I still will.   Maybe we’ll get half a chance.

Until then, I’m in love with him. He can’t know.

 
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Posted by on May 5, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Rest In Peace (99 words)

They went weeks, sometimes months at a time, without talking, but they had the kind of friendship where they could do that.  They had been practically in the womb together—and there was very little that they didn’t understand about each other. They always had each other’s backs in the hard times.  Even without speaking for months before, they could fall right back into their rhythm.  They always understood each other, easily and completely.

That’s why the news of her death came as such a shock to him.  What in the world was he supposed to do now?

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Wounded (99 words)

“I’m tired,” she sighed, blood running down the side of her face, starting somewhere under her hair. She faltered as she tried to take a step forward, and he held out an arm to steady her. He wondered how many of her injuries he couldn’t see. “Can we go home?”

He nodded and scooped her up in his arms.  She curled into his chest, almost appearing asleep.  She hadn’t seemed so small to him in ages. “Of course, baby girl, Let’s get you home.”

And he knew his daughter would be dead before he could get her to help.

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: “Welcome Home, Baby” (99 words)

He whispered directly into her ear as he hugged her close, and his voice exploded a little ball of joy that started in her chest and warmed her to the very tips of her fingers and toes.  That voice that she’d recognized before she knew how to recognize.  The voice that meant joy and punishment and pride and disappointment and everything in every direction in between, but most of all, Love. Safety. Protection. An unfaltering reminder that she’d always have a home here in his arms if she wanted it.  She started to cry, and she didn’t care who saw.

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Staring Contest (99 words)

Rachel wasn’t at all surprised to come inside and find Erin and Carter locked in a staring contest across the kitchen table.  “Oh no,” she sighed, dropping her bag on an empty chair and pulling open the fridge. “What is it this time?

“Trying to decide which movie to go see for our date night this Friday.” Erin answered without looking away.

“I’m so going to win.” Carter replied with a cheeky grin.

“Oh, you think so?” Erin retorted in a mocking tone.

“I’ll leave you two to it then,” Rachel laughed, leaving with her soda bottle and her bag.

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Tip Toe (99 words)

Sometimes she just pretended that she couldn’t hear him.  Whenever he had to come into her study to get something while she was working, he was so desperate not to disturb her.  He tried so very hard—he just wasn’t very good at not being disruptive. At all.  But wasn’t it the thought that counted?

So, most of the time, she just pretended that she couldn’t hear him.  She even managed not to flinch as he knocked over a stack of novels, or sent some spare pens to the ground.  Really, it was the nicest thing she could do.

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2014 in Stories

 

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