Tag: Literary Prose
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Becoming
Before I was a tree, I was a secret.I slept beneath the earth in a coat of darkness, small enough to be overlooked and quiet enough to be forgotten. Above me, the world carried on without knowing my name. Rain tapped softly against the soil. Worms tunneled past me like old neighbors. Roots from older…
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The Common Man
The common man survives quietly.He rises before the sun has decided what kind of day it will be. He pulls on yesterday’s tired shoes, carries tomorrow’s worries in his pockets, and goes to work beneath the weight of bills, promises, and mouths that must be fed. No trumpets sound for him. No history book records…
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To Be—Anyway
To live or give up—that is the question.Is it better to keep taking every hit life throws,or to finally say, I’m doneand end the pain for good?Dying sounds like sleep—quiet, peaceful, no more stress,no more heartbreak, no more pretending everything is fine.But what if death is not the end?What if something comes after,and it is…
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Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
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Becoming Blue
No one remembers the moment it happened, only that the sea noticed first. The blue starfish had once been the color of sand, pale and unremarkable, shaped like something meant to blend in rather than be seen. It clung to rocks and let tides pass over it without complaint. It learned early that survival did…
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The Unwanted Within
I stopped checking under the bed years ago. The room smelled of dust and warm cotton. The fan clicked once per rotation, a loose screw tapping time. I lay flat, hands on my chest, listening to my own breathing as if it belonged to someone else. You missed something today. The voice did not echo.…
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Small Rebellion: A Christmas Story
The fourth-grade classroom at Avalon Elementary smelled faintly of pencil shavings and floor wax. Construction paper wreaths were crookedly taped to the walls, their glitter shedding onto the linoleum whenever someone brushed past. Outside, Naples winter meant open windows and salt in the air, not cold, but December still arrived with a kind of expectation.…
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A Fisherman’s Tale
In the quiet embrace of dawn, when the world is still wrapped in a blanket of mist, an old fisherman prepares his boat for another day at sea. His weathered hands, calloused and strong, move with the grace of years spent navigating the vast, unyielding ocean. The salty breeze whispers secrets of the deep, tales…
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