The Legend of the Lair

“Let’s cut through the Lair.” “The graveyard? Josh. No way.” “Come on, Mindy. You don’t believe that crap do you?” “Only fools tempt fate.” “I’ve done it a hundred times.” “At night,” she put her hands on her hips and waited for a reply. He looked at her but didn’t answer. “We’re taking the long…

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Going Home – The Finale

Bella had never seen her brother Billy so inconsolable. She kept holding his hand and rubbing his shoulder and never left his side at the funeral. She watched his face as they lowered his best friend into the ground. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when Billy and Ricky weren’t together. They were…

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Going Home – Part 3

Bella woke up to the smell of bacon cooking and muffled voices laughing. Her stomach made a rumbling noise letting her know it was ready to be fed. She looked around and realized she was back in her old bedroom. The muffled voices were Lenny and her parents. She pulled the covers back and sat…

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Going Home – Part Two

Bella couldn’t believe she was on her way back home again. Almost a decade passed since she left home. She had become so adept at making excuses about not going back to Connecticut that her parents made trips to Illinois when they wanted to see her. She was lost in thought watching the fields of…

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Short Story Monday: Going Home Again

“Funeral or not, I’m not going back home…now or ever again.” Bella pulled another handful of grass from the ground and placed it on her thigh. “So…that’s it? You’re turning your back on everything you’ve ever known? And stop pulling up the grass, you’re gonna leave a bare spot,” said Lenny. She brushed the grass…

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Short Story: A Good Neighbor is Hard to Find

The people who annoy us the most in our youth are usually the people we end up having the most admiration for, sometimes we just need a little help appreciating them. Amos has lived on the corner of Fifth Street and Franklin place for more than fifty years. He’s seen more than his fair share…

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Short Story: Gertrude the Great

The girls circled Trudy hurling insults at her. They made fun of her dirty skin, her name (it was short for Gertrude, it was her grandmother’s name), her gym clothes (plain sweatpants and a plain t-shirt from a five-and dime store), and her “nigger hair.” Every insult flew through the air and stuck to Trudy’s…

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Short Story Sunday: Company of Thieves

“I’m nervous,” said Athena. Dylon got up from his chair and went over to the hospital bed and took Athena’s hand. “It’s a routine procedure. You’ll be back up on your feet in no time.” “Something doesn’t feel right.” Dylon bent down and kissed her forehead. “You worry too much.” Athena watched the nurses and…

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In the Blink of An Eye – Short Story Sunday

One of my goals for 2018 is to publish a short story every week.  Well, I’ve been busy reworking my novel and taking a writing class.  But I have still been writing stories.  So instead of trying to find a publisher for them, I am going to publish them myself.  I’ll be publishing them on…

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The Six Hundred

Howdy, friends! I set a goal for this year to publish short stories every month to my blog.  Here is one I wrote about Bloody Sunday written from the POV of the Edmund Pettus Bridge.  Enjoy! *** Bridges are a connecting route over an obstacle. I am the gateway to Selma from Montgomery. The day…

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