Tag: Writing
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Passage of Time – 50 Word Story
Standing silently along the riverbank a lifetime of memories had swept past this beautiful area. The youthful echoes of the summer laughter of children on tree swings gave way to the gentle whisper of snow dusting the initials carved into the trees marking young love and the passage of time.
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A Light For Lost Souls – 50 Word Story
The grandmothers and mothers had always found a way for the light to guide the lost souls home. The candles lit weekly at church with hope of a lost soul reaching salvation and lights left on throughout the house as darkness descended beckoning those without hope and nowhere to go.
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Smoldering
The phony smile remained fixed throughout the evening as she stationed herself near the french doors with a view of Lake Michigan and the grandfather clock across the room. Each chime of the clock corresponded with a tightening grip on her wine glass, which seemed moments away from shattering. The endless glass of Merlot and…
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Driven To Abstraction
Starting the day with a cup of coffee and the morning news during this presidential campaign has driven some to distraction and out of the house on cold autumn mornings. Paddling the kayak toward the middle of the lake, the thoughts of the disappointing morning news and the blurred lines of reality drift away as…
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Slipping Away
Lately it seems each trip outdoors with the camera brings the realization that the rhythm of nature is marching in a new direction. The autumn leaves blowing through the air on crisp northern winds cross paths with the variety of birds flying toward new destinations. The egrets and cormorants have quietly slipped away, while the…
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A Peaceful Place
For a moment while tucked away in this peaceful place, time slipped away as the calming scene of dignified stillness against nature’s colorful landscape created a secluded cove of serenity.
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Wispy Waters
Discarded by its owner and floating toward the unknown, the delicate feather refused to relinquish its tranquil beauty by glistening in the morning sun and casting a shimmering reflection onto the serene surface of heavenly blue water.
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Memories of Laughter
The only sound in the lobby on that late Friday evening was the clicking of Gabrielle’s heels as she crossed the marble tile and a wish for a good weekend from the security guard, Derek, as she reached the revolving door. The intensity of the wave of heat that greeted Gabrielle as she exited the…
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