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Amanda Rose

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My Norse Story Pt. 5

Kjartan squinted against the light. As his vision cleared, the blurred figure before him slowly came into focus. He was tall and powerfully built, though there was a weariness in his blue eyes that resonated with Kjartan. His long sandy blonde hair was loose and disheveled, giving him the appearance of having recently been pulled from slumber, a stark contradiction to the sternness in his expression. Despite leaning heavily against his walking stick, he still seemed quite the formidable opponent. Kjartan was grateful they were on the same si...

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My Norse Story Pt. 4

*** Kjartan’s jaw clenched, his mind working in overdrive. He could tell this girl didn’t believe him, and to be truthful, he could hardly blame her. Her glare was enough to make even Kjartan Ironfist squirm. “All I can offer you is my word. Perhaps in time, that will be enough. But for now, I’ll tell you my own story, and you may judge it how you see fit.” He took a deep breath, turning to continue walking. The rest of the party followed suit. “But first, I have a question for you. How many people did you lose in the war? How many deaths c...

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My Norse Story Pt. 3

Resting a heavy hand on Eylin’s shoulder, Kalman turned around, facing the survivors. “No matter what your opinion of Eylin or her family may be, the truth remains. She’s a warrior. Many of us owe her our lives.” The breath left Eylin’s lungs. After a long, hard look at the group, Kalman continued. “Can you still not see past the mistakes of a dead woman and examine the girl standing before you now?” Silence ensued. Rafe looked Eylin in the eye, debating something internally for a long moment. “I agree with Kalman. She is a respectable you...

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My Norse Story Pt. 2

Eylin looked around, stunned, and realized that the Northmen were gone. Their ships sailed away through the fog of the morning, swift as they’d arrived. She locked eyes with the only other villager still standing just before he collapsed. She ran to his side, dropping her weapons, and cradled his head in her lap. It was Thoren. He wouldn’t make it. His leg was bleeding, as were his head and everywhere else. But the strongest evidence of his impending end was the three arrows lodged in his stomach. Removing them would merely speed the pr...

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My Norse Story pt. 1

***Author's note: This is a story I've been working on for a little while, but I wanted to get it out for a few more sets of eyes and get some feedback on it, and it worked with the prompt, so yes, it is in chapter form, but that's just because... Well, because it is😜 The word limit on here requires that I run on a few different prompts, so we'll see how this goes, Yes, all four parts of the story were for this prompt, lol*** Chapter 1. A twig snapped. Something rustled in the tall grass.There it was. The boar Eylin had been stalking.She noc...

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Second Chances?

[Authors note: I realize this is seriously not my best work, and honestly, I debated posting it at all, but the writing prompts are all about inspiration, right? Well, this is the story that prompt inspired, so... It is what it is😏] I pour my coffee slowly, watching the long stream of liquid trickle into my mug with an air of somber aloofness. As if I'm not the one doing it, as if I'm watching my domestic actions unfold before me and can't do a thing about it.But you know what? I'm ok with that.My children are the only things that keep me f...

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Hard Choices, Pt 7.

When Gino pulled up to his warehouse from meeting with an old business partner, he immediately knew something was wrong. There was a heavy, dank feeling in the air that was not due to the fog outside. He got out of his car slowly, and on full alert he began making his way inside, his hand moving behind his back to the .38 he had holstered there. Purposefully leaving the warehouse door open for the option of a quick escape, he entered his living area, casting furtive glances all around the growing shadows of evening. Just as he began to rel...

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Hard Choices, Pt. 6

As I was finally finishing with the silverware arrangements, I heard a knock on the door. “Sara, would you get that please? I’m expecting someone.” She nodded amiably and proceeded to do so. I turned away from my now abandoned workstation and looked up as Dan entered the room. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It’s already 3 o’clock, ya know.” I remarked, trying valiantly but failing to conceal my impish grin. He shook his head with a small smile as he walked towards me. “Oh boy, Joshie said you were a stickler for punctuality.” “He...

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Hard Choices, Pt. 5

As Dan pulled up to Gino’s warehouse and parked, a slight feeling of unease filled his gut. He wished Maddie could have come with him. She’d been called last minute this morning about an event tomorrow, so it was all hands on deck for her and her crew. Which meant he had to leave her alone. Well, she wasn’t technically alone… She was with her crew, but still… As long as she was involved with all this, it felt wrong to let her be outside his range of protection. He chuckled sardonically. How had Joshie’s snarky little sister broken down h...

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Hard Choices, Pt. 4

As we followed Randall through town from a safe distance, my mind reeled. I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation. I turned my head to look at Dan as he drove, his fedora seated attractively on his head, his choice in clothing colors complimenting his light brown skin nicely. A muscle twitched along his angular jawline in concentration. His dark brown eyes were focused and fierce, yet... also gentle and kind. He was such a conundrum. The man before me now is not the man I met yesterday. This man has a purpose, a calling. A reason to ...

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Hard Choices, pt. 3

Turns out, 1520 Cohoe Ct. is nothing more than a small, cleared lot of land, on which sits a single-wide trailer. An old one, by the looks of it. I got out of my car slowly, a bit warily, not really sure what to expect. Was this even a good idea? I wasn't so sure anymore. Going up to the front door, I knocked. For a moment there was no answer, but then I heard a shuffling. "Just a minute!" A voice called, sounding slightly slurred, as if he'd just been sleeping. He's still sleeping at 11:30? I frown. More shuffling. Then the door opened. I'm...

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Hard Choices pt 2

I trudged to my car through the rain, narrowly avoiding fully stepping into a puddle. Dang, I can’t pull all-nighters as well as I used to. But even so, I am used to it. It’s not the first banquet I’ve stayed at to clean up until morning. I did snag an hour of sleep on the bar counter a little bit ago, which certainly helped, but I’m still hatin’ it. Groggily forcing my eyes open, I stared out the window as rain droplets trailed down it. The skies had opened since I'd fallen asleep. I placed my fingertips up against the glass, its cold tempe...

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I Am Not Quite My Own

I’m walking down the street. I pause in front of an Italian restaurant. I close my eyes and enjoy the music for a moment. Opening my eyes, I see a woman in one of the window booths. Sylvia. My girlfriend. My hand goes to my pocket and feels the ring inside. I’m going to propose to her tonight.I enter the restaurant and take the seat across from her.“Hello.” I say.“Well, hello, Harold. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come.” She admits with a shy smile.I want to say, “Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late.” But don’t get the chance. As soon a...

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Seeds, Rinds, and Saccharin

December 24th, 2019.Dear Diary,It’s Sally again,Today was Christmas Eve. The first anniversary of the pumpkin pie incident. I recently realized that I never did journal about that, so I’m going to do it now.This is what happened one year ago today:We went to the neighbor’s house for dinner, and I was asked to bake a pumpkin pie for dessert. Well, you and I both know that I can barely cook let alone bake. But I didn’t want to hurt any feelings, so I agreed, figuring I could find an easy recipe. Big mistake.By the time I actually found a usabl...

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Hard Choices

The sun shone brightly on me as I closed my eyes and tilted my face upward into its rays while sitting on a warm lawn. I love the sunshine. I felt a light breeze brush my skirt against my legs, and wisps of hair across my face while my bare feet relished the feel of the fresh grass. Then I felt something else. Something wet. I looked down and found that a little Australian Terrier, not unlike the one I'd had as a child, had come over and started licking my fingers. "Well, hello there, little one," I said with a smile as I began to pet it. I ...

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