I lay awake, curled on my side. Under the sheet and comforter I am cold. She is there, mere inches away, but I cannot feel her.
I am alone. I cannot sleep. My mind races.
Then, silently, her foot brushes against my leg. Accident or not, it is the touch that sets my soul free.
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“Brilliant”
“Excellent choice of words”
“You’ve captured the essence beautifully, in just a few words”
These are some of the remarks I received when I rewrote my company’s bulky mission statement in just thirty words.
I didn’t tell them I write for this blog.
“Liar! Story-teller!” Amber fumed. “And Mom and Dad always pretend to believe her.”
She stomped angrily through the woods. Still muttering, she didn’t notice the hole in the ground until it was too late.
Down, down she slid… to the bottom, where she was shocked to see a White Rabbit staring intently at a pocket-watch.
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The carriage was deserted as he stepped onboard.
An eerie glow from the overhead lights partially illuminated his path but he still needed the support of each seat that he passed to stop himself from falling over.
The war had gone on too long.
The lights went out and he heard their footsteps running outside.
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“Impossible –” she said in disbelief. Stole a glance at him, hoping it went unnoticed. He gave her a smile that baffled her.
She had harboured feelings for him from the moment she set eyes on him, long before he knew her.
He gently took her hand, “Anything’s possible.”
All was right with the world.
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The kite looped and curved through the air. Higher and higher it soared, before plunging back down, only to rise again. The little girl giggled with delight as she flew her new kite.
Moments later she ran over to her father, sobbing. The kite had gotten caught in a tree and was ripped to shreds.
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At the counter he reached into his pocket. Two decades ago, when he first saw that tiny baby, he could scarcely imagine this moment. She fought so hard to survive.
Now, a broad smile on her face and life in her step, she was off. He signed the check and hugged his new college girl.
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The blog network’s bosses were upset, very upset.
“50% decrease in traffic and number of posts, What’s happening guys?”
“55 fiction blog; our bloggers spend most of their time reading/commenting there, or writing for it”
“Unacceptable, shut it down.”
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She can’t believe he’s dying. Seeing him lying on there with all the tubes attached to his body, she felt weak.
“He can’t die. He mustn’t die.” Her thoughts silently screamed.
She can’t stand to watch him like this, with all the vibrance and colour gone.
So, she turned the telly off and stomped away.
This story has been submitted by Jonic Linley, one of b5 bloggers. He is currently writing for Re:Retro and his personal blog is 100yen. Thanks Jonic for the submission
Then time stopped…
And we span along a majestic arc through the air.
Surrounded by my friends I contemplated my life as we shone in the sky…
I could see the water shimmering in the moonlight below us, the street lights of a distant city.
And we flew.
Our crippled vehicle slammed into the water…
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