Tag: fiction
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I married a thief!
Marco, a man who wore charm like a tailored suit and spoke of numbers and risk with a voice that could coax a smile from a closed door. He called himself an insurance man, a guardian of valuables, a protector of legacies. He spoke of fundraisers as a trust, of currency, of romance, as a…
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Healing and Moving On: A Journey from Pain to Freedom
The room was humid and warm, with the sun streaming through the windows. The glare forced my eyes into a squint, causing my pounding headache to throb more. I sat on the edge of the bed, feet to one side, with no strength in my arms or legs. Thoughts racing through my mind, I listened…
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Captive
The air tasting salty and thick with moisture, made it harder to swallow. Her breathing more laboured, as she came to. Aida clung to her mother’s still, warm body in the forest. Her eyes searching the early morning mist as her wrist chains clattered.
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The man she never knew
When her water broke, one Saturday afternoon, Ada found herself alone at home, with Davis unreachable at the hospital. She calmly called a taxi and asked her neighbour to accompany her.
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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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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 