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  • When he opened his eyes and found himself still alive, it was astonishing. His brothers had dared him to jump, told him he would see all the wonders of the world in the three seconds it took for him to hit the water. He had foolishly believed them. He held his breath and expected to…

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  • Day Thirty: Energy

    She held a different kind of energy like he had never seen or felt before. When the oracles had told him he would know the woman as soon as he saw her, he hadn’t believed them. But the woman was so magnetic, he knew he would have to go back to the oracles and fully…

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  • Graduating is a big deal. We are in the season now where high school seniors are graduating, College seniors graduating from all kinds of majors. Those are huge accomplishments. Let’s take the time to look at the smaller of graduations. Pre-K graduating to kindergarten. Hospital inpatients graduating to rehab and beyond. Most of these are…

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  • Day Twenty-Eight: Chop

    The nickname was unfortunate, but only for reasons she knew. To everyone else, it was tough, butch, manly, inspired fear into the hearts of any man that crossed her in the bars and clubs. Chop. Like Chop Shop, or so everyone assumed. She didn’t have the heart to tell them it was because her brother…

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  • Day Twenty-Seven: Rock

    A spur of the moment, once in a lifetime chance where he had asked her out to a rock concert. There was no way she would show up. She was head ballerina. He had tried to woo her after her performance, and there was no way she was going to show up to a dirty…

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  • Day Twenty-Six: Poor

    He sits on the sidewalk of the busiest streets, full of life and busy people. He holds a cardboard sign, weathered by the elements and age. His cardboard sign has a simple message: Free Your Mind Most people look at him with disgust, think he’s a poor man who’s lost everything as they pass him,…

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  • Day Twenty-Five: Soap

    No matter how many times he washed, he couldn’t get clean. His hands stayed stained with ink, blood, and dirt deep in the wrinkles of his hands, where not even the strongest of soaps could reach. Each stain held a memory. The salmon colored paint he used on the upstairs bathroom, the blood caked under…

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  • Day Twenty-Four: Visit

    The visit hadn’t been expected. She was alone when she let the knife slip through her skin as a last resort. Just one well placed slice and they were there, her family members who had passed, watching her with the blade as if she were on display. “Honey,” her gram said, touching her arm with…

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  • “The end must justify the means,” the voices whispered as she traveled through the dark caves. The voices of her ancestors, calling her home as she traveled through the winding caves toward the altar. She had been chosen as the sacrifice to the gods that year, and she promised not to disappoint as all the…

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  • Day Twenty-Two: Year

    The photographs over the last year said more than she could ever put into mere words. When she had left, her brother was a little twerp, hellbent on tormenting her days. When she had returned, he was a young man, still a little imp, but better at understanding how things had changed. Her parents and…

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  • He rushed down to the cafeteria, his sneakers whining against the linoleum floors. Biscuits and gravy for lunch, and he couldn’t miss it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten them when warm and fresh, usually something tended to distract him in the busy hospital. “Doctor!” The harsh charge nurse called out as…

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  • Day Twenty: Quarter

    “Quarter if I shine your shoes, sir?” The boy was skinny, dirty, and covered in coal dust. Not quite old enough to work in the mines, but getting close. His jacket was too big around his shoulders, too worn to be his own. The business man looked down at his perfectly shined shoes. There was…

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  • Day Nineteen: Doubt

    Doubt surged through her as he made another excuse for being late. She had set up dinner, had timed it perfectly to when she knew he would be home after work. She had waited for him, but he had been two hours late coming home. They argued that night. He wouldn’t give her any explanation.…

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  • Day Eighteen: Tissue

    She stood at the foot of the bed, holding onto the railing for dear life as she looked over the wrecked body before her. She hadn’t expected the accident to be that bad, she hadn’t expected to find herself there, at the foot of his bed, hoping, praying, wishing for good news. “Tissue?” The doctor…

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  • Day Seventeen: Hour

    “If I’m not back in an hour, go on without me.” Forty-five minutes and she was starting to get antsy. The hour mark quickly approaching, she felt her mouth water, and not in any way that was appetizing. Her stomach turned, her heart raced. Fifteen minutes remained, but it felt like a lifetime and not…

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  • Day Sixteen: Undertake

    Day Sixteen: Undertake

    The task was monumental. Too much for one man to undertake. The fear pulsed through him, latched onto his own racing heart beat. “I’m going to kiss that nurse!” He thought to himself and in the flash of a moment, he grabbed her, a complete stranger, dipped her, and kissed her like his life depended…

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  • Day Fifteen: Notice

    He worked for them for months before he gave them his two weeks notice. He had worked night shift for them, busted his hump to make sure things ran smoothly, rolled with the changes the best he could, though things changed a lot. He finally gave his two week notice because the higher ups refused…

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  • Day Fourteen: Squeeze

    Squeezing lemons was easy. Squeezing the life from her eyes was a lot harder. Squeezing out a lie of why his sister couldn’t make it down to dinner was difficult. Squeezing through the bars of the jail cell was even more difficult. He was now a felon, but he could still lure women in with…

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  • Day Thirteen: Heir

    The house lay empty and barren after the billionaire died. He hadn’t had any children, had married too many women, but had never produced an heir. So many riches saved up, all lost to time, and looters and museums because there was no heir to claim them. He had treated his staff well, and gave…

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  • Day Twelve: Garbage

    Sitting in her studio, she looked over the garbage she had collected for her art piece. She hadn’t intended on using garbage, but there wasn’t much else she could use. Everything else was just too clean. As she looked over her finds, she realized they weren’t garbage at all. It just seemed that way to…

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