It was a beautiful day on the beach by the village. The children could run out the door of their homes and reach the sand
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The Bend in the Road
Richard looked at the steering wheel in his hands and felt fear. He drove fast. He had to get away, but he reflected on his
Respect
All the children worked in the garden. It was hard, back-breaking work, especially since the crows had descended, picking everything clean. When Abigail’s brothers talked
Love and War – #sundayphotofictioner
It was 1943 and World War II was raging. His Destroyer Escort had docked in New York City after a long stint in the Atlantic.
Safe House
They couldn’t keep the homeless out of the old house. They weren’t really the homeless, but the hobos. Those who were homeless on purpose. They
Family Heirlooms
She had been summoned to her family home in the forest. Only her mother lived there now. She hadn’t seen her in over twenty years.
The Write Scribe 