The Storm

31/100┬áby user artofmarius on Deviantart The storm raged on as the waves grew higher and higher. You could hardly see the 5 feet in front of ya with this blasted rain. The crew had to work twice as hard to keep the ship going. This wasn’t a storm to wait around in, we had to […]

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A Long Week

She had to get this paper done. No excuses, 15 pages and it was due by Saturday afternoon. It was Friday night and she had only gotten the title page done. The Native Americans and the Shoe. Yeah now that didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Too late to change it now though, […]

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Work Day

Work Day by Seven-teenth on Deviantart Another boring day at work I thought to myself as I collected a long piece of cord. I had fallen into a routine, a boring one, and I didn’t like it. I know that I’m extremely lucky, ya know, to still be alive and all. Not many people could […]

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The Red Eye

Image prompt by /u/Syraphia We made it. After we missed our first flight, slept in if you could believe it, I worried the next flight wouldn’t be for a couple days. Fate must’ve been on our side because there were 2 seats on a flight that night. A Red Eye, no stops, right to our […]

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The Shepherd

All that was keeping them out was a thin sheet of stained glass. That’s all that separated me from my congregation. How could I face them? We all saw the same thing, and now they wanted me to comfort them. What did I do when I can’t even comfort myself? I had dedicated most of […]

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Dan and Henry

Prompt by /u/wraithstrike: “You are a human survivor of the Sasquatch-Yeti Wars, tell a story of what happened after the peace talks.” The nursing home was quiet, the only sound was a radio down the hallway playing oldies music. The tunes of yesteryear echoed down the corridors into the Main room where we sat. It […]

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Her Beach

Image Prompt by /u/Syraphia She hopped off her bike and walked it down the sandy path. The moon shined brightly on that clear night, the only clouds hung over the dark blue sea. The warm sea breeze blew her hair back softly as the smell of salt filled her nostrils. She waited all week for […]

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