short story
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She shouldn’t be doing this. Bright Life consultants haven’t done door-to-door sales since the early 2010s. Social media has made building a network so much easier than it was when Michelle’s mother started selling in the 90s. The company advises against door-to-door sales. It isn’t safe. Especially for a thirty-three-year-old woman with no family at
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Ski season is in full swing and I wanted to share an experience I had on the slopes at Hunter’s Hill this weekend. It’s honestly hard for me to write this. I’m still shaking from the adrenaline. I’m not the best skier, but I do enjoy the sport. I was on Hunter’s Hill, making the
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Life on the International Space Station wasn’t always exciting. We would go days without anything new. The stars remained relatively the same. Asteroids and comets would come in clusters and leave within a matter of hours, leaving us the only object for miles. The moon colonization project had been canceled so we were the only
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Meadow Lake Gazette, Issue 4 January 1992 Happy New Year readers! It has been a few months since my last issue but something has been brought to my attention. Lately, local children have been playing out at the abandoned mine on the east side of town. I recommend extreme caution. The mines that were the
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This story was written for a creative writing class in college. I have wanted to turn it into a short story series for a while now. Jessie crept slowly through the cornfield behind the old farmhouse. She was careful not to alert the hounds standing guard on the porch. At the edge of the field,
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Then end of 2024 was rough for me and my family. Loss and illness made me want to skip the holidays entirely and my posting suffered for it. With a new year ahead, I am committing to focus on this blog, posting regularly working to make it the best it can be. For this first
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The kettle shrieks as the water inside boils away. I let it scream; the sound echoing through the stone walls of the family estate. It sounds old. Estate. It looks old too, and it is, for an American home. My great-great-grandfather built it in the 20s, after he made his fortune. He was, by all
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Meadow Lake Gazette: Issue 3 September, 1991 The Meadow Lake Monster was first spotted in the early 1950s by a father and son enjoying a bright summer day fishing out on the lake. What was supposed to be a day of fun, quickly turned to horror as a large shadow passed under the small row
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Anna’s alarm clock fills the room with artificial sunlight. She rolls over. The clock reads 7 a.m., but she has been awake in the darkness for at least half an hour. Even in the aftermath of total, global annihilation, she is still an early riser. She turns off the alarm, pulling off the thin linen
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Issue 2, August 1991 As summer winds down and temperatures cool back down to reasonable, I feel the need to remind everyone, especially the younger generations, to stay out of the forest at night. When going to the forest in the daytime, never go alone. These are, of course, tips for traversing any forest. There
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