Category: fiction
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The man she thought she loved
Clara struggles against the urge to wake up. She wills herself to sleep at about four in the morning. She rolls onto her other side, yawns and stretches out onto her back. She dreads waking early and is too tired to sit up, keeping her eyes shut and forcing herself to daydream instead. Her sleepless…
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Mending Fences 2
Budu and Bette cleared their breakfast items and sang as they did the washing up together. He washed and she dried. Once done, he took her hand and inspected her wedding band. ” We really have to improve on this! What if we renew our wedding vows? I know I should have asked you earlier…(gasp)…
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The Write Story
At last, a typewriter! Tapping and typing, the machine pings every few minutes. Joy as a flood of words meshes with paper, to reproduce dreams, stories, tales and whales! Laughter.
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Mending fences
The kettle whistled and he turned to pour the contents into a flask. Bette heard the kettle and stirred, her hand searching in the darkened room for her husband. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of their bed, curious about what got him up so early. She showered, changed and fussed…
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the man who hated family 2
The man distanced himself from family. He broke off his long-standing relationship with Wana seven weeks earlier. The relief clear in his fresh complexion and leaner figure. The bloating dissipated, as did his pulse and panic attacks.
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Ripples of change
Quiet time in the garden. Sitting alone under a gentle breeze, ready to pray. Mornings are so beautiful. My joints stiff as I shift on the bench. With legs outstretched, the pain eases. Back to focus on prayer and worship. The songs play out in my mind, with the right words for the prayers God…
Short Stories & Poems by WarmBreezeBliss 