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StoryBuchenwald rpatel012 years 3 months ago
StoryB is for Beach rpatel012 years 3 months ago
StoryWinter rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryWith Toy Soldiers in his Hand rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryMother Nature rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryPast the Finish Line rpatel212 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Rush rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryThere Was a Child Went Forth (In the Tradition of Walt Whitman) rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryOur Final Prayer rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Clutch of War rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe High School Food Chain rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Lopsided Grin rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Blank Canvas rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryJust a Ball and a Stick rpatel112 years 5 months ago
StoryHis Only Witness rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryDownpour rpatel212 years 5 months ago
StoryDedication rpatel012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Weight of Responsibility rpatel214 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Elderly Do Know Best rpatel214 years 3 months ago
StoryWords hadley214 years 3 months ago
StoryLa Casa De Seguridad rpatel214 years 5 months ago
StoryLark Ascending britishbecca214 years 8 months ago
StoryThe winner Louise178314 years 11 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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