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Category: Storytelling
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Shirley stands sentry over old family plots and archived secrets. She is one in a long line of Truth Tamers, women in Shirley's family who write down the stories others work so very hard to bury. Truth Tamers do not seek vengeance or wish ill will on anyone. On the contrary, Shirley and her kin…
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We don't even own a frying pan, but the smell of bacon fat clings to the walls. The odor comes and goes. It's kind of homey and comforting, but also creepy. Pork, of all things. Sue-Ann and I are vegans! Am I having a dietary crisis? Am I about to pick back up all my…
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Kris donned a disguise and took the train into town. He needed to shop for supplies: a down parka, pliers, bungee cords, WD-40, carrots, kale, a hand warmer, calcium chloride pellets. There were also a few items scrawled at the bottom of his list the Missus snuck in: Nivea creme, non-dairy creamer–peppermint–and red push pins.…
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Lynda's best friend Marnie told her that thing about the tunnel and the light at the end of it. Where the light isn't the illusion. The tunnel is. Lynda grappled with that one during the lunch break when she should have eaten her sandwich instead. It wasn't so much Lynda didn't understand what was/wasn't an…
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Sara refuses to reuse bags, bottles, jars, twist ties, aluminum roasting pans and pie tins. The list goes on, actually. These handful of items are just the ones Sara was going to toss today until I intercepted the bounty. It's Christmas, for crying out loud. Some of those bags are plain, brown grocery type with…
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The insignia wasn't anything official. By Craig wearing it on his lapel, it didn't signify bravery in combat or affiliation with a cloistered religious order. The pin was just a jumble of symbols and squiggles that looked nice but didn't mean a damn thing. Not that it was all for show, though. Craig's bit of…
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Over fed, flushed, bloated. Juanita fumbled with buttons beneath the crocheted tablecloth and sighed as she freed her belly from stretchless denim. Each year she vowed to wear a high-waisted dress, Regency-like, though second hand maternity would do just as well. Next year, for sure. Then she could eat and drink while a loose, billowy…
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Lynda shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she listened to a tinny rendition of "Angels We Have Heard on High" coming out of a battery operated tree topper wedged among the magazines at the checkout line. It was a really long line and an even more annoying song that played over…
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The boy woke up and a blizzard raged outside his tarpaulin window. Sleet pummeled the sheet metal siding of his home. Must be a dream, must be a dream. I can't have done this. Not in my sleep! The boy was fully awake now, shivering like he'd never shivered before. In fact, he couldn't…
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There are still more outlines Peri needs to draft before she feels like she's covered all the bases. She's not even sure why she's running them (the bases, that is), but the exercise allegedly leads to agile ideas and thicker skin. At this stage in the game, though, Peri will take agile skin and thicker…
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