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“Money?” Hugh’s face must have taken on a look of complete disbelief. He simply couldn’t believe that all of this was about money. But… “Wait. They won’t get their money… Do you know who he is?” Pat closed his eyes and nodded. “It’s been all over the news. Ever since he disappeared, his father has been to all the media trying to get any kind of help he can.” “But, Pat, wouldn’t that make them―” “Desperate,” he whispered. “Yes, it would. And angry, judging from the condition in which
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I've been thinking more about the different directions this one can go and I think I've finally got it. When I started it, there were all these shorts floating through my brain, oh wow what a strange visualization that was... anyway... I've got it narrowed down now.
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Hugh sat at the kitchen table as Jessica placed a large bowl of stew in front of him. The scent of the dish caused him to salivate and he swallowed reflexively before turning to thank her. She replied with a smile and nod as she gently squeezed his shoulder. He reached out to the center of the table and lifted the cloth keeping the bread warm and almost groaned as the smell of the fresh baked sourdough filled the surrounding air. He pulled a chunk of bread off the whole and dipped it into hi
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The boy that sat across from me looked back with defiance in his eyes. There was no way anyone would change his mind. I’d watched him and his buddy come in as I sat near the window with a cup of coffee in my hands. They’d been laughing and congratulating each other on a baseball game well played. Their boisterous attitude affected the other customers as they claimed a table near the kitchen. Smiles replaced frowns. Those that had been yawning earlier had come alive with the welcome exuber
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Hugh was being given a second chance. A chance to make a different choice and maybe save a life.
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The first traces of snow hit the windshield as Hugh Pearson navigated the curves up the mountain highway. He shifted to a lower gear and slowed his assent. The trailer didn't have the proper tires for winter driving, unlike the truck. This was the first winter he'd decided to spend with Pat and his family since they'd moved into the mountains so there had never been a need. The dark of night was shattered at his rear when twin pierces of light seemed to come out of nowhere. The vehicle behi
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Aaaaaaah!!! Cliff hanger. No fair.
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Jason has an all-encompassing need for his life-mates lover.
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In front of my eyes is tumbling fur, rolling around the tree filled landscape. She’s beautiful, a glorious six foot cougar, with a golden coat and blue-green eyes, all mine. And what of the one we are training? Never before have I seen a cat such as him. He’s a bit smaller than her, only three quarters my size. White as fresh fallen snow, such a rare beauty, not a dark spot on him, and eyes the darkest blue of a midnight sky. Leopard and cougar, rolling together, pouncing, jumping. I shou
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Thanks. Flowers in general have always fascinated me, and the meanings people put on them just adds to it.
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The Story A story needed to be told. A decision made, a question asked, and an answer given. Roses would be his means of communication. Andrew's thoughts went back to early memory as he took each rose, clipped the end, and placed it in fresh water. First was a white one—purity. He thought about his youth as his fingers deftly broke the thorns from the stem of the white rose before he cut the end on an angle. He'd been a happy boy, though small for his age. Those around him had never seen
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Here's my try on prompt 146. Sunset, white sand, calm ocean, and in my lover's arms. Could heaven be any better than this? I didn't think so. Trevor moved his chin, replacing it at the top of my head with his cheek. I giggled when he sneezed. I guess it was time for a haircut. "Sorry, Jer, got a curl up my nose." His hand smoothed the hair away from his face. "I don't want you to cut it, babe. It's so much like sunshine." "Yeah?" I brought his other hand up to my lips and kissed the gold on his finger. With a sigh, Trevor pulled me closer and held me even tighter as we watched the sun go down. So ended the first day of the rest of our lives.
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Thank you.
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Mark is the one he's going home to, and sex on legs... sorry, no more about him at this time.
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Thank you. Grief is something that I am also well acquainted with. We all deal with it differently, but there are times when even the strongest of us get caught in the dark. I'm glad I was able to show a bit of light.
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Move from Complacency Only one room was left to pack, and I dreaded what I would find beyond the closed door. It had been a long time since I'd taken a step inside the clutter that made up my son's living space—not since the day we lost Bethany. As I stood at the threshold with my hand still gripping the door knob with a grasp that left the knuckles white, I looked into the once familiar space beyond. He'd changed the decor. Gone was the chaos born of a youth's exuberance, and in its pla
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Thank you. I've been tossing around the idea to expound on this, just haven't decided on the direction yet.
