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StoryBuchenwald rpatel011 years 7 months ago
StoryB is for Beach rpatel011 years 7 months ago
StoryWinter rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryWith Toy Soldiers in his Hand rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryMother Nature rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryPast the Finish Line rpatel211 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Rush rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryThere Was a Child Went Forth (In the Tradition of Walt Whitman) rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryOur Final Prayer rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Clutch of War rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe High School Food Chain rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lopsided Grin rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Blank Canvas rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryJust a Ball and a Stick rpatel111 years 8 months ago
StoryHis Only Witness rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryDownpour rpatel211 years 8 months ago
StoryDedication rpatel011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Weight of Responsibility rpatel213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Elderly Do Know Best rpatel213 years 6 months ago
StoryWords hadley213 years 6 months ago
StoryLa Casa De Seguridad rpatel213 years 9 months ago
StoryLark Ascending britishbecca213 years 11 months ago
StoryThe winner Louise178314 years 2 months ago

My stories

The Elderly Do Know Best

You sit in a worn, leather chair besides a small table, awaiting your sweltering bowl of clam chowder. Tapping your wrinkly fingers on the flower pattern of the couch, you wait impatiently.
Cherry

The Weight of Responsibility

Boleda looks at the muddy water in front of her, filled with urine and excrement.
Cherry

La Casa De Seguridad

*Inspired by “Mexico’s Other Border” by Cynthia Gorney

Mother Nature

You walked through a lush expanse, scattered with dogwoods Taking a deep breath and inhaling the flowery fragrance While running your hand across the rough bark of a tree
Cherry

Past the Finish Line

Adrenaline courses through each vein Heart pounding, blood racing Stomach churning Butterflies flutter, sending a chill up his spine The glaring rays of the sun blind his sight

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