She went quiet on the telephone knowing all too well that it was the one thing he would never speak to her about and for some reason she wouldn’t even admit to herself, she knew it was the right decision for both of them.
Some things just aren’t meant to be spoken about.
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Her three year-old boy was in tantrums, in the middle of a crazy Sunday morning
right before church.
“What’s wrong?” The mom asked annoyingly.
“Daddy says I can’t bring Barney!” He sobbed.
“You can’t bring your toy, we’re going to church.”
“But Barney wants to worship too!”
So off we go, with Barney in tow.
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Editor’s note: This is guest entry number two, written by Grace. Thanks for the submission!
Her small body lay heavily on mine. Under the quilt, sown by her grandmother when I was still a schoolboy, her arms and legs twitched slightly. A small noise escaped her lips. A deep sigh followed.
I hugged her, drew her to my chest, and stroke her dark brown hair. She was asleep, at last.
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She dressed like Paris Hilton. She partied like Paris Hilton. She lived and spent money like Paris Hilton. She loved her life and her lifestyle, and thought she was the luckiest girl in the world.
Until one day, when her creditors came and took everything away, because unfortunately for her, she wasn’t Paris Hilton.
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A missile tore through the engine, completely taking out the left wing. The pilot tried to steady the plane, but it quickly went into an out of control nose dive.
A minute later it crashed into the ground in a violent explosion. Fire everywhere. No survivors left.
“Crap!” the gamer yelled, throwing down his joystick.
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You have been reading stories at this blog for the past few days, isn’t it time that you start participating too? Here’s a small challenge. The story below is incomplete. Just complete the story and also suggest a title for it. I’ve already used 40 out of the 55 words, so you can use a maximum of 15 words to complete the story and a maximum of 7 words for the title. There is no right or wrong ending to a story, so let your imagination run wild. Just make sure it isn’t violent …read more
All out war in the cyberworld, each one proclaiming his importance.
Database: “Without me, where’ll you store the data?”
Email: “I’m the primary tool that connects people”
Office: “I’m the most important, responsible for all corporate communication”
The war intensified. All of them looked at OS, the silent spectator.
“I’m tired guys, I’m shutting down”.
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Mona pasted three more photos on the page. “Thank you for introducing me to scrapbooking, Tina. It helps me remember how happy Bob and I were in 40 years together.”
Tina was glad to look at Mona’s photos of Bob, since she had none herself. Besides, Mona will never know about her affair with Bob.
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He barely heard what she was telling him after the first few words and he felt the strength flow
out of his legs as his heart raced and all of the memories of that day came flooding back.
He had really believed he was over it but that single word just brought it all back.
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199,992. 199,993. They got more and more excited. They had been working on this for months. The goal was to get 200,000 dominoes stacked. The most ever.
199,999.
Tim carefully placed the second to last domino. Excitedly he reached for the 200,00th, but in his rush he knocked one over, setting off the chain.
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