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naamayehuda.com
They said she was wanton. That from a child she's been, capricious. Her mom would sigh. Her father, frown. They loathed how she refused to bow. Ungovernable. Resisting. She was, to them, A moral stain. A failure In contrition. They had stopped speaking to her Till she had learned submission. The wayward daughter of... |
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naamayehuda.com
Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The water glistened. Gloria shook. "I don't think I remember how." "Just do it," Jody said. "It's like riding a bike. Your body never forgets." I never had a bike, Gloria thought, and there is much I worked hard to have my body forget. Especially since that day. "It'll... |
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keithsramblings.net
for Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Muddle, and the word limit just 16 I got befuddled just trying to pronounce last weeks word, som-nam-bul-ist! Now, muddle. A muddy puddle? . |
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ceayr.com
© Carol Carr Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. Click here to hear the author read his words: The Corridor Well, this isn't what I expected.Although, if I'm being honest, I've never really... |
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