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We all have ups and downs, whether we want to admit it or not. Just think of your lows like this - Damn tomorrow's going to sunny.
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Part 11 - Brian All I ever wanted was to fit in. Hard thing to do when you were afraid. I did try, sometimes, but it was so hard to open up. When I was little, the other kids pretty much left me alone. Now and then, I would try to talk to some of them, try to make a friend, but it was so much easier to just sit in my room and read. In my books, I could have friends. I could go on adventures, ride horses, race cars and motorcycles, be a star athlete, do anything and be anyone. Yeah, an
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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. Now to try a few others.
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Thanks, Cia. I had a lot of fun writing it.
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Short stories in answer to creative prompts
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From the shadows, I watched with keen interest as he exited the house. The first thing he did was trip as he tried to avoid stepping on the single red rose lying in the middle of the porch. He stumbled, almost falling on his ass, but regained his footing before hurting himself. Surreptitiously, he scanned the area before leaning over and picking up the flower. He glanced at the homes on either side, but seeing no one, merely shrugged his shoulders and took the rose inside. I chuckled. Step
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Part 10 - Alex Finality. That was the only thing I could think of to explain what I was seeing. Finality of the dreams that tormented me. Finality of the choice I made with Mandy. It made sense in a way. After all, wasn’t that why I made the choice? To give her son life? But why had it been so important? Why did it have to be me? Because of the dreams, of course. She’d dreamt of the ocean; I’d dreamt of the ocean. She’d dreamt of a swimmer; I’d dreamt of a swimmer. The fates were
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Thank you for giving it a chance. The one thing to remember with this story is that things are not always what they seem to be on the outside.On a side note, I hate cheating too. Having endured it myself, it is not something to take lightly.
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levitate
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Part 9 - Jo The eyes in the mirror changed to reveal my true form and allowed me to sense the presence of the others surrounding me. He had seen a child, but was it the child they had been searching for? “Josen, what’s happened?” “You tell me. What child did he see? Is it the one?” “What do you feel?” I closed my eyes and spread my arms out to into the surrounding air. I tried to pull from the ones across the street. They were guarded as they dreamt and I could feel Joshua awaken.
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Part 8 - Past Dreams Dark, ominous clouds were building on the horizon. The ocean was strangely still, considering the look of the coming storm. Alex stared at the calm water with trepidation. Out in the distance he saw a lone swimmer and he feared for his safety. He sensed her come near and opened his arms to draw her in close. Together, they gazed out at the man swimming nearer. “Do you love me?” Mandy’s voice was no more than a whisper carried to his ears on a light breeze. “You k
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Part 7 - Joshua Alex’s face paled at my words, and instantly, I regretted letting them escape my mouth. For six years, I’d let him believe I didn’t know. I’d watched him so carefully when he came back to me. I’d watched the anguish of his secret tear him apart, and never once told him I knew. I should have. I knew that now, just as I knew it then. We could have talked, we could have mended the pain a long time ago. But for some reason, unknown to me, I just couldn’t tell him. I could
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Thanks, Conner. I'm not a real big fan of flashbacks either, but in this case, it was needed for fill for history's sake.The connection between Josh and Alex is scary, even for them. Things will become more clear to everyone soon.
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Oh my, yes. Definitely dramatic enough. Wow.
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Part 6 - Joshua I heard his voice and my heart screamed for him. I would have taken him right then if she hadn’t been in the same room. I almost did. But I held on tight and raced up the stairs to the bedroom. As I laid him on the bed, insanely pulling, tearing my way through his T-shirt, I felt his fingers clawing through the clothes I wore. His whimpers drove me mad, so close to the edge. “In me... in me... in me.” His shorts torn and tossed aside, his feet pushed what remained of m
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gourmand
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Part 5 - Jo It was time. If I was to be honest with myself, it was past time. They were pure souls, given to one another, and they needed to understand the pain they felt at separation. Dreams since our day of meeting. Never had the dreams begun so soon. But then, had I ever before come across a binding such as this? Had I ever before come across such open souls? Shaking my head, I looked at the reflection of the woman staring back at me. She was average, just as she should be. Aver
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Part 4 - Alex I stared at the phone in my hand for a long while, missing his voice. This was all becoming so unbearable. In the beginning, it was like this. We could hardly stand to be in a separate room, but it got easier with time. We were able to carry on almost normal lives. He had his job and I had mine. If you could call it a job. Babysitting lawyers and accountants, that’s what I called it. But now, I couldn’t bear our time away. I was only whole with him next to me. I stepp
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telemetry
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I believe there are many parts to gender. There is physical (body), mental (mind), and emotional (personality). What this couple did, is take something and twist it to their own purpose. They may have had some good intentions, but of the child's psyche? Was he really given the choice in what he wore? I don't think so. He wasn't allowed to pick anything that was considered masculine, yet is encouraged to choose decidedly feminine clothing. That, to me, says very clearly that his parents are not being non-gender, but rather wishing he was born a girl. And who says only boys wear "boys clothes"?
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Part 3 - Joshua The sound of my cell stopped me dead in my tracks. ‘Love is Forever’ played out, bringing a smile to my lips and a stutter to my heart. Breathless, I flipped it open and sighed. “Miss me already?” “Every second of every day that you’re not in my arms.” His voice was so smooth. I could feel it flowing into me, starting at the tips of my toes and fingers; it moved directly to my heart and curled itself around, wrapping me up safe and warm. Heaven. All I wanted was to cl
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whiners. They make my skin crawl. Come on people, get over it and move on.
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Honestly, I don't have a clue. I basically raised myself so parental guidance was not something I really had. There wasn't a relationship between me and my parents until after my first son was born. I think that in all reality, father and mother, mother and mother, father and father... it doesn't matter which you have, only that the couple loves their children and gives them the guidance they need for the real world.
