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Kate Winchester

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Sammy Not-So-Real

Weekly Contest #156

***Author's note: This story deals with death and mental health issues. This story is the aftermath of Sammy Not-So-Fast. It is also related to Light at the End of the Tunnel.*** “Don’t you remember? God, how can you not? Sammy is dead. DEAD. He’s not coming back and we wouldn’t have been in this situation if you had just remembered too.” Penelope remained stone faced in her seat like a scorned child. Her eyes fixed on the police station in front of them. “I don’t…I can’t.” “You had the police on a wi...

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What He Would Have Wanted

Weekly Contest #140

*Trigger warning: This story discusses death and dying. You knew his picture was going to be in the church, but right in front of you, you didn’t expect. In a frame by the altar, his smile said it all; a proud father, grandfather, and future great-grandfather clad in his beloved plaid, flannel shirt and posing in front of the corn stalks that he planted for his family to enjoy. Pumpkins from his garden rested at his feet, and you remember family picture day as if it were yesterday. You remember the laughter, the silliness, ...

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Falling Down

Weekly Contest #134

***Author’s note*** as with all of my stories, this one can be read as a stand-alone; however this one fills in a gap in my Falling Forward story. It’s also related to Falling Apart. He had outdone himself this time. She thought. The deep red of the dozen roses were all blushing his shame. A brown plush teddy bear sat leaning against the glass vase. Unable to sit on its own, it drooped to the right. Ethan’s guilt was evidenced in the eyes of that teddy bear because despite its sewn on smile, they both knew wh...

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Crisis of Lust

Weekly Contest #130

***Author's note*** In my story, Annabeth, she tells a story about one of her EMS calls. This story is the story behind that call. Trigger warning: This story contains sex scenes. Twenty years of marriage and three kids later, the Daughtler’s intimacy was parched, as in dryer than the Sahara. They didn’t even sleep together most nights because one of them always fell asleep in their daughter’s bed. If they did end up together for the night, one of them would inevitably fall asleep instantly. That’s not to say they didn’t hav...

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A White Elephant to Remember

***Author's note*** This story can be read as a stand alone story; however, two of the characters also appear in my Falling series. Fresh, white snow blanketed the ground. It may have looked pretty, but there was at least a foot, and Tina was stuck shoveling her driveway again. Her fingers were popsicles even with gloves, and she could no longer feel her toes. By the time she had cleared a path for her car, her arms ached. I need to go to the gym, she thought to herself. The day was just beginning, but she coul...

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With Love From Above

Weekly Contest #116

Amanda startled awake. She panicked before realizing that she was safe in her bedroom. Someone had tapped her shoulder, or so she thought. Her eyes darted around the room. Even though it was dark, she saw neither shadows nor any evidence that someone was there. She listened for any noises, but all was quiet. When her body calmed down and she came to her senses, she figured she must have been dreaming. Her phone was on the night stand next to her, and she reached for it. As she did, she felt something o...

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Sammy Not-So-Fast

Weekly Contest #103

Somehow in her 35 years of life, Penelope had never been in a police station before, let alone been given a ride in a cop car. She was disappointed that the officer had not activated his sirens or lights. He wasn’t even speeding. Could he not sense the urgency? This was an emergency. Her baby was missing! Penelope was grateful to the officer; however, as he did not make her sit in the back like a criminal. Penelope was a straight laced goody two shoes, and she wasn’t about to have her reputation thrown into the ...

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Light at the End of the Tunnel

Weekly Contest #92

**Author's note: This story can be read as a stand alone, but you'll have more background information about certain events if you read Falling Forward, Falling Apart, and Anything, but Elementary.**Dr. Harding sat at her small wooden desk. It was tucked unassumingly into the corner. A plush dark blue couch commanded attention in the room along with a pair of soft cream-colored chairs. She glanced at her calendar for the day. She had a few appointments scheduled and a couple of meetings. It was going to be busy. ...

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Flight Risk

Weekly Contest #79

Mama? I see her, or at least I think that’s her. After twenty years, I can’t be certain. I assess my surroundings. People have flocked to the baggage carousel. Everybody’s eyes are on the first suitcase as if it will magically transform into theirs; it’s bright blue. It’s doubtful that it will go home with the wrong owner, yet people ponder it just the same. There’s an exit to my left. Has she seen me? I’ve grown up; she might not know who I am. I could bolt, but something grounds me. Wh...

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Letting Go

Weekly Contest #79

**Trigger warning: suicide ideation** I need to have a meeting with you today at 3:00, Paul had written in his email. He did not elaborate any further and his email was left unexplained. Jill glanced at the clock. It was only ten. How was she going to make it until then? Paul was her boss’s boss. He was the head honcho, the big cheese, or whatever you want to call him. It was uncharacteristic of him to email her as he didn’t interact with her often.  She was merely a cog in the wheel and he was the ...

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Annabeth

Weekly Contest #72

A huge stack of piping hot chocolate chip pancakes complete with whipped cream was placed in front of him and with it a cold, tall glass of milk to wash it all down.“Thank you.” Xander said.“You’re welcome, dear.” The waitress responded. Xander had come to love the quaint diner. He knew all the wait staff now, and they treated him well. He breathed in the chocolaty, buttery, syrupy smell of perfection. Saturday was the only day where he could sleep in, eat breakfast at the diner, and read a book. It was his...

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Anything but Elementary

Weekly Contest #72

“It’s elementary my dear Watson!”  Det. Watson rolled his eyes. It was only the umpteenth time that he had heard that statement. “You know Sherlock never technically said that right?” He replied. “And besides, Watson was the doctor, remember?” “Who made you the Sherlock expert?” Det. Schwan asked rhetorically, but Det. Watson responded anyway. “Me, expert? Haha, yeah right.” The two departed their vehicle and entered the police station. They walked by the reception window and Det. Schwan punc...

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The Marriage of Her Dreams

Weekly Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, or so she thought. Today was the day! June 1st would become a new holiday for the Mr. and Mrs., and it would be one that Amelia would mark on the calendar just for Wesley because she would always remember the date. In terms of planning, Wesley was along for the ride, but he had faith in Amelia. All that mattered to him was the marriage; he would have been content with a courthouse wedding. He had no qualms giving Amelia the reins. If she sought his input h...

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Falling Apart

Weekly Contest #68

**Author’s note: This can be read as a stand- alone story, but if you read Falling Forward first, you’ll appreciate this one more. The sun was starting to wake and so was Jenny. She wiped the sleep from her eyes because she could no longer contain her excitement. Next to her, Ethan began to stir.  “It’s too early, babe.” He said. “No it’s not. We have a long drive ahead. We should start moving." He grunted, but sat up in response. “I’ll go make some coffee.” She left the room and padded into the ki...

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Saving Grace

Weekly Contest #64

“If you wannabe my lover…” “Make it last forever…” Grace belted as she lathered her hair in shampoo. Nostalgia had crept up on her this morning as she thought back to her teen years when it was cool to have your own Spice Girl name; Cinnamon Spice was Grace’s. “Who doesn’t like cinnamon?” She had told her friends. It was also the color of her hair. When she would cry to her mother that her hair was boring brown, her mother would look at her and say “your hair isn’t boring.” “It’s the color of cinnamon, and ...

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