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*Disclaimer, this story is based of a true traumatic story back when I was nineteen.* Just one foot in front of the other, that's all it takes. Left foot, then right foot, again left foot, then right foot. But with every step my feet ached more, I don't want to rush anymore but that just isn’t an option. My full arms swung forward with every step, trying to keep the momentum going. I made the mistake of looking at my watch. “Damn it, Just two more minutes! I don’t think we’re going to make it!” “We can do it!” My mother was ahead by a few fe...
“I don’t understand how you can see through all of this ash?” He didn’t answer or take his eyes off the road. Or at least what was left of the road. The falling ash has already covered up the lines, so it’s a guessing game. His only response was a grunt and his fingers readjusted onto the steering wheel. That reaction just worried me even more, usually Dad is more confident we’ll be okay. Growing up he has always shown that there was nothing he couldn’t keep us safe from. So this silence is making me sick, I think even my little sister can s...
Submitted to Contest #237
Disclaimer: This is a work of creative Non-fiction/fan-fiction, based on a dream proposal since I was a little girl. It’s inspired by my last trip to DisneyWorld, using the brands setting and merchandise in this story. I wish I could explain to her how nervous I’m feeling right now, but that would ruin the surprise. Normally she takes over everything, planning every last detail. It’s been incredibly difficult to coordinate this without her either finding out or letting her know how much stress it’s causing me. What if she says no?...
Submitted to Contest #175
Clank! Damn it, the shovel hit another rock. I bent down to move it away, and felt a chill run up my back. I managed to pick up the stone before the automatic chill ensued. “Uh, this is hard work.” I groaned as I straightened back up, feeling the full blast on the wind. I just managed to throw the rock in the giant pile before I could hear her complain again. “This is taking forever!” She danced in place, with her hands in her puffy coat. “Well, I mean if you actually managed to climb down in this hole with me to h...
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