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Submitted to Contest #137
Love, one small word that defines so many of life’s connections. From the beauty and innocence of one’s first love, to the enduring love throughout life’s most challenging times, love plays a part in most stories worth telling, but often where you least expect it. It was 2012 and my husband John, and I were almost five years into our marriage. Although still very much in love, we were buckling under some of the challenges that came with our union. Navigating the needs of two people in a marriage can require some trial and error, howeve...
Submitted to Contest #93
Mysterious Invitation Amy Green Seven AM, the sound of the alarm invades my dreams taking the form of a banshee, shrieking into the night sky from a distant hilltop. I like it here, even with the ever persistent noise. Warm, comfortable, peaceful, everything that the real world is not. Even when I am awake, I still try to hang onto the smallest thread of sleep. Savoring the lingering feeling of the last moments remaining from that place where we travel to in our sleep, at least on a good night. Last night was a good night but n...
Submitted to Contest #92
Sitting on a camp chair, sipping steaming hot tea, I was transfixed on the pink hue spreading across the horizon. Rugged up in my army green, canvas sleeping bag, wearing a thick, brown beanie, and fingerless gloves, I barely even notices for the cold nipping on the exposed skin of my face and fingers. This precious moment, to me was perfection. I watched intently, as the dusty pink gave way to a deep orange, before the blinding yellow circle, so bright that I winced, even with my eyes closed, burst into view and took over the morning sky. T...
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