Mary Grace Writing

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  • Six Word Stories (22)

    What is hope? An intangible thing that all humanity grasps for. Sometimes I imagine I can feel it’s edges like a feather soft thing, just out of reach. But is it really out of reach? Is hope something to be grasped? No. Hope is experienced, not held. Hope is found but not possessed. It lives…

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  • Six Word Stories (18)

    I used to sit in the field making wishes on dandelion fluff. I once rolled through the tall grasses, collecting the white seeds on my clothes and dark curls. Helping them spread as I ran back to the house, arms outstretched. “I can fly!” I would cry, and daydream of Peter Pan and Tinkebell. It…

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  • Six Word Stories (17)

    They beckon. “Come explore, come and learn, come experience our adventure.”

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  • Six Word Stories (16)

    In the age of information, I have been given the chance to write. The chance to tell my story in my own words. The chance to dream my dreams and share them. What a gift. I always knew that I would be at least a closet writer. But I never dreamed my form of expression…

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  • Six Word Stories (14)

    The last few months have forced many of us to become all too familiar with ourselves. We have had time to think and think some more. This can be a good thing for people who have neglected themselves, forgetting how to listen to their own voice. Listening to self is important, but it should never…

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  • Six Word Stories (13)

    I used to choose a seat closest to the doors, in the single cubbies to either side of the true passenger compartments. “Why do you sit here all alone? It’s dangerous for a single girl.” I had never thought of it as dangerous before the question. I enjoyed the nods and light conversation with strangers.…

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  • Six Word Stories (12)

    An artist can’t help but leave a part of themselves within their work, whatever form it takes. That is the beauty of art. I also believe that of creation, and the laws the universe follows. The Creator leaves his fingerprints within every law, truth, and formation in the universe. Have you ever really noticed the…

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  • Six Word Stories (11)

    Red is the color of so many things. Holly berries, rose’s, valentine hearts. Red is also the color of loss. Red is the color of grief. Red can be the color of hope.

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  • Six Word Stories (10)

    I remember going for walks on the beach. In the sun. In the spray. It was on a beach in the Netherlands where he asked. I said yes.

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  • Six Word Stories (9)

    Winter like I know it has still not really come to my new home. It has only teased us with a few day long romps through white, but that’s alright. It will be thoroughly enjoyed when it decides to make our new home, it’s home. If only for a short time. I was not sorry…

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