short story
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A Letter To My Daughter’s Mother
You don’t know me, but because of you, I am a mom. Because you made the choice to leave her, your newborn baby, where someone was sure to find her, she has had a love filled life. I can’t begin to know or imagine the thoughts and hardships you faced when you made this decision. I don’t know if you wanted her and couldn’t keep her, or if you just couldn’t handle the prospect of being a mother at that time. I do know the policy of your country made boys more favored than girls. Maybe this is what influenced your decision. But whatever the reason, the question of why…
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Pymeterite – A Short Story
This was my entry for the Spring Contest at Short Fiction Break. The theme for the contest was to write a story about someone in a hole. I took on this challenge as a way to try writing in a genre that I’ve never written in before, as well as attempting another short story. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘How do you cross without moving? How do you see without looking? How do you hear when there is only silence?’ As I rode into town, I repeated the riddles over again in my mind, unable to make any sense. What did…
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The Package – A Short Story
“What do you mean, you can’t get here?” she bellowed. Wow, I wouldn’t want to be the person on the other end of that phone call, I thought to myself. Even over the noise of blaring taxi horns, trash trucks, and commuters carrying on work-related conversations, this woman’s voice rose above them all. “I don’t care. You have ten minutes to get here, or so help me -” Whoever she was talking to must have cut her off. As a result, a vein in her forehead bulged and the pitch of her voice rose another octave. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just get here. Now! No, I’ll stay…
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Down The Rabbit Hole
A short story I wrote for a Wordhaus writing contest. Enjoy. ********* Down the rabbit hole again. Only she wasn’t Alice and this certainly wasn’t Wonderland. She couldn’t remember arriving, yet here she was waking up in this hell once more. The last thing she remembered was boarding the late train for Cardiff to meet the professor. Had that truly happened? She wasn’t sure. Her thoughts were a blur. The only thing she knew was that every fiber in her being was telling her to be very afraid. The morning light was just beginning to break, the sky a mix of the darkest blue of night tinged with pink and orange…
