Microfiction – Page 7 – Mary Grace Writing

Six Word Stories (24)

The Mourning Dove is not a creature I ever thought about before our first homeschool unit last September. There are several pairs that call our neighborhood home, and a few of them even wintered here instead of flying south. Our feeder was a welcome buffet. Their call is a haunting song of love. I was…
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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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The workings of nature are intricate and beautiful. Fierce and unforgiving. Gently yet unrelenting. Stalwart, but still fragile. Every element working together in a mind-boggling harmony. All following rules human are still only beginning to grasp. Yet, we are privileged to watch their mighty witness. Witness to what? To that which holds all things together.…
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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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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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One More Time

She poses, one hand at her waist, one lifted as if to invite a question. One skate blade poised, toe and tip to ice. The other is ready to propel her body into motion. She stands there, frozen, every muscle straining then relaxing, waiting. Then it comes, gentle notes drifting out of her deep and…
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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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Lavender (A Dribble)

Lavender crushed between finger and thump. Only one blossom. The scent gentle but true, only for the person holding it.
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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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The Blue Drip

“But I found a drop of water and just couldn’t resist.” The painter scowled while her bit of Blue blushed and mixed with its cousin Brown. “Well now, we look like mud, and it’s all your fault.” If Brown had had arms, it would have folded them over each other, while holding a scowl on…
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