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The Passing

It was a sad day when The Great Illuminator died. Tears fell like miniscule flakes of gold leaf and scattered, caught on the breath of sighs and sobs. Even Old Lady Quill turned out for the funeral. Her knotted fingers wrapped around an enormous lace-bordered hankie as her nurse pushed her wildly patterned and painted [...]

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The Dance Lesson

   “Dance with us.” “We cannot. Our feet burn and you are too tall.” The spires jumped across the cutout. “We can grow taller, wider; we can make our own climate. We can dance wherever we want.” “Then let’s dance, but we’ll lead.”

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Time Slot

Been away from the story writing for a few days due to surgery but all better now. Enjoy this story, inspired by the “chase” prompt.   “Can’t tell you exactly.” Jamma Man spat a black wad of chaw towards a battered cardboard box stained with several almost-made-it shots. I was glad I stood on the [...]

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A Tiny Romance Story

“Don’t you get tired of waiting?” Fluff settled a little deeper into his basket. Arabella tried to shrug her indifference but her band prevented any movement. “I don’t mind,” she said. “At least I get a few moments’ attention every morning.” Fluff shifted in the afternoon breeze. “Yeah,” he said. “But not in the way [...]

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Patio

One-inch square purple flecks of silk fabric scattered onto the slate-covered patio. Annalee could have allowed herself to become upset at this dilemma but decided to use the mishap as a lesson in serendipitous design. She studied the asymmetrical pattern they formed from her perch on the branch of the old apple tree. The contrast [...]

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Revisiting Alice

Alice moved out yesterday and didn’t tell Mr. Carroll where she went; his latest request disgusted her. She left her white apron and blue dress in the hallway, her long, blonde hair on the kitchen floor. Caterpillar loaned her his cocoon to hide in. When she reemerged, the only one who recognized her was the [...]

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Marvelous Marv and the Half-Sphere Cathedral

The pace at which Marvelous Marv walked could have blown out a birthday candle from a hundred feet away. Marv was on a mission so great that he was willing to forgo his customary saunter that caused most girls on Avenue Dee to stop texting and follow him with their eyes. Notice had arrived; it [...]

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Bubble Gum Birds

The consequences of picking at things you don’t recognize from the sidewalk.   

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. . . Strong

If words were strong, how would you react? Would you be intimidated, close the book and find something less emotional? Would you turn the page to see how long it lasts? Would you fill yourself with as many as you can until you had to stop and digest them? If words were strong, what gives [...]

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. . . altered

If words were altered, would they look like they should on the page? Would their meaning mean more or less? Would they play well with others? If words were altered, would the reader have to redefine themselves in order to understand what they are?

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