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A Six Word Story (31)

I love to watch the shadows grow. Some times the time goes fast and sometimes is crawls, but it’s always a blessing to watch. When we rest, the world doesn’t stop spinning, time doesn’t stand still. But something inside of us changes and slows, and maybe even grows. Have you felt it? ©2021 Mary Grace…
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Plastic Grows

Connection, as plastic cubes press together. Click A sound that speaks of acceptance, success, and lifts a smile across determined cheeks. More clicks trumpet growth as the tower of color grows. “One, two, three, four, five.” Hesitation. What color next? Repeat the pattern? Mix it up? A finger taps lips in thought as eyes shine.…
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Lovers Getaway/Dwelling Literary

Dwelling Literary has again redecorated and on July 1st my piece, Lovers Getaway dropped as part of their BEACH HOUSE Issue. BEACH HOUSE will continue to be an interactive experience on the home page for the month of July, after which all included pieces will remain in their Archives. Dwelling literary continues to be a…
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Chords

A single Wave came awake. Was it particles all clumped together? No. It was sound. A singleness that moved and bounced and collided with its siblings within the darkness.
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Gregory

Strong hands trace the grains down the length of lumber. “She’s beautiful.” “It’ll do then?” “Perfectly.” Muscular hands grasp the beam, pulling it down from the delivery truck.
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Our Forest on an Artist’s Conk/Hencroft Hub

I am happy to announce the publication of my first short story. Our Forest on an Artist’s Conk has been accepted and published in Hencroft Hub‘s first Issue. The theme of ISSUE ONE is FUNGUS. I took inspiration from the large tree mushrooms my sister harvested from the forest around her home, to use in…
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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 (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 (15)

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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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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