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Submitted to Contest #330
Vincent’s Kiss I was thirteen the first time I got kissed. I mean by someone other than family. It was early spring – the end of March or early April, I believe. The day was warm for spring, but you could still feel a little chill in the wind, especially in the early evening. I was sitting on the porch swing with my best friend Vincent. He was thirteen also but a few months older. We were gently swinging together on one of those wooden-slatted swings hanging from an A-frame on his backyard patio. We were just talking and laughin...
A Short Story About a Very Long Love Curtis didn’t die alone. He died exactly the way he wanted to. Eddie made sure of that. He promised Curtis he would. Curtis lay in the big wood-framed bed that Eddie had made for them. Eddie pulled the blankets up snugly under Curtis’ chin. He thought maybe it would do some good. Hopefully he won’t get too cold too fast. Curtis always complained that he got too cold too fast. He put Curtis’ slippers on and covered him with the first quilt his mother Ellie, had made for him. It was the only one...
Submitted to Contest #259
The InterventionBy T. Victor Lloyd Kenyon Parker was doing what he usually did right after dinner – talking to Brandon – when his mother called him from downstairs. “Kenyon, can you come down to the den for a few minutes? I need to talk to you.” That was suspicious, he thought. “She never wants to talk with me in the den,” he relayed to Brandon. “Uh oh,” he said, now a bit nervous. “Unless I’m in trouble. “Hold on...
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