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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in FictionSins of the Reaper
Walking as rapidly as my bruised heel will allow, I begin to weep, barely able to suppress the desire to stop and let it all go, the sound of sirens rising to my ears as I round the block past my former apartment, my feet carrying me away from the only chapter in my past that I still clearly remember.
133 Waxing and Waning
Low tide, so I remain thankful, awakening--alive--to the sound of breakers. You see, now on my seventh morning, only my head remains above ground.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 days ago in FictionIllogical Fear
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
Brilliant Shell
Please note that this should be May 10th, 131/366 which I've put at the end of this but not at the beginning. My head is not in the game. I blame Rachel Deeming.
Rachel DeemingPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Struggle
Alice sat alone in her empty house, her mind wandering back through her memories of over fifty years ago. Back to the days when she was young, beautiful and a popular fashion model. Her face lit up in a beautiful smile.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 days ago in FictionVerdict In a Minute
This article serves as an index for my series of courtroom drama stories. I started out with the first story for the Just A Minute challenge and realized, prompted by Hannah Moore, that it could be told from different angles and perspectives of various characters.
Lana V LynxPublished 4 days ago in FictionDevoured
My fingers dance across the yellowed pages of the library’s archaic volumes. Despite the candle illuminating the shelves, I’m not searching for a book. Instead, I’m relentlessly investigating the halls for a door to run from the horrible reality that consumed all our lives.
Isabella RosePublished 8 days ago in Fiction
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The Secret Keys
The deadly inferno tore through the house as though it were only made of matches and gasoline; its bright orange glow lit up the street in the dead of night and brought all the neighbors out of their own houses in pure shock. A whole home and lifetime of memories were now gone. Sure, the people who once lived there luckily made it out unscathed—even their beloved dog Bella and cat Gerald managed to escape—but everything they once knew was destroyed.
Jackie BarrowsPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionCourage to love
Every night, the old woman sits on the dark porch. On cold nights and warm ones, it doesn't matter. She sits there religiously, staring into the darkness.
G. A. BoteroPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionVoices (Part Two)
You can read Voices Part One here: Click Here ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ I woke up at sundown, a black cat mysteriously walking under ladders. When I came across the other side, I tiptoed up on 13 mirrors, each one broke and shattered into a thousand shiny pieces. I was struggling, twisting and turning in my bed. Someone was trying to suffocate me. The lights went dark, and an umbrella opened above me. I heard a siren far away. It became louder and louder as if it were right here next to me. It was so close. It shook and rattled me, startled me out of my sleep.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionBlack Marks
Cities never sleep. Not really. Even in the dead of night, parts of them are still fitful and awake. Junkies prowl the back alleys, looking for a score, or a mark. Red light clubs run like bad dreams, their flashing lights and pulsing sound systems melting everything into surreal nightmares. 24-hour grease spots waft their smoke into the air, and the trains run, and run, and run. Cities are predators, and like all the most dangerous creatures, even when they look like they’re sleeping, all it takes is one wrong move for them to eat you alive.
Neal LitherlandPublished about 12 hours ago in Fictiona boss pretends to be broke to test his friend
On that day, a rich boss named Wang. He finds out that his school friend has applied for a job at his company. His name was Feng Chun, he was Wang's friend when he was in middle school, they weren't very close but Wang intended to accept him and was placed as a manager in the company's branch. So assistant Wang disagreed and proposed to his boss to test his friend's true character. namely by pretending to be bankrupt and poor.
Randi HidayatPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionEyes
Officer Blake's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man he was questioning, a look of disbelief already etched on his face. Danny Mortan's tale was so outlandish that it seemed impossible to be true. Uncertain if he had heard correctly, he asked Danny to repeat himself.
Mother CombsPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionStarlight Manor
“First things first,” the white-haired boy commands over his shoulder. His voice is imperious as always, firm with a jurisdiction well beyond his mere fourteen years. “Don’t ask questions.”
angela hepworthPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionScene Study
SCENE 29. André is sitting alone in his dimly lit apartment as the night falls. He has just opened another beer after smoking another cigarette and the apartment smells like it. He is absorbed in his thoughts. Although it is clear that whatever they are, they are not so clear to him. A few moment of silence before Azar enters. She looks around at the state of the apartment, drops her keys and take off her jacket before speaking. She is very aware of the mess and smell. He *acts* oblivious.
Antoni NimaPublished about 13 hours ago in Fiction
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