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Ilana in between…Ilana in between My name was Ilana and I lived in a small house hidden in the woods, near the swamp. My father was a…

an ordinary girl who trespasses and is turned into something else, eluding her love story
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The Stars Still Shine…Will walked down the hallway of the moonlit apartment. Everything was so different and yet the same. He ran a hand lightly over an old dr…

This story is a complete work of fiction, it has, however, been inspired by the eternal love shared between my friend Elsie Duggan and her beloved husband, Bill. I can only hope that my husband and I shall shall share the same depth of love that endures past all boundaries.
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THE BIRTH MARK FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE…my son was born without a birth mark but weeks after his grandfather died his birth mark appeared on my sons arm
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Torture…Don’t cry; don’t let them know you’re scared. That’s what they trained for. They love the power.

For Star Twister 53 – Broken Silence
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Innocence Of Childhood…We were sitting in the living-room. My mother and I. One of the first times we had in a while, for she picked up this new habit of lockin…
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Love's a Racket…Once, when I told him he was out of line, he stood nose to nose with me screaming, “You cannot be serious!!”, too drunk to see the irony.

For Star Twister 26 – Racket
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Open Wounds…A Vicodin, a bottle of wine, a pack of cigs… by no means the perfect night, but the one she had chosen. Grammy had given her the Vicodi…
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Sky…I can still see her little baby fingers reaching up as far as she could and hear her insistent little baby-voice saying, “Sky! Sky!”

This is first-person fiction, just trying to describe the instinctive human love and longing for the sky, which both protects us and inspires us to reach above ourselves.
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Still Flows the River…As I looked up from the hideous arrangement she pleaded that I ask her about it after the ceremony.

I wrote this as an on the spot writing exercise at Uni and just dug it out of my old writing folder.
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4 years…4 years and several failed relationships later. All that advice you didn’t want to take.

Time you’ll never get back, invested in friendships that were only ever one sided, that weren’t really all that bad while they lasted but which are better off disguarded at the side of some road waiting for the trash man to collect.
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Ronnie's Life Altering Experience…This was a fart of profound superlatives. If there were contests for such things, this was a record breaker.

This just cropped up on the way home from work. This is the kind of nonsense that rattles around upstairs when I don’t turn on the car stereo.
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What have I become?…We’re both big, comfortable, reliable and not very fuel-efficient.

Just when I think I might be losing it, something has to reassure me I’m right.

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The Lady of the Lake…The Lady of the Lake Let’s say it was October, my shoulders were wrapped in a delicate woolen shawl and my mind – well, it was qui…

a young teacher goes on a school trip to a lake and has an unexpected affair with… and things get complicated in a would-be modern society
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Caught in between…Caught in between I’ve always loved our little house, so close to those enchanted mountains; and we were a joyful family at the beginn…

her mommy was taken by a beautiful sidhe
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Ilana in between…Ilana in between My name was Ilana and I lived in a small house hidden in the woods, near the swamp. My father was a…

an ordinary girl who trespasses and is turned into something else, eluding her love story
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A Story like no Other…A Story like no Other / by Otilia Tena Chapter 1 / The weak one “ A time when roses bloomed out of the blood that had softened the ea…

a delicate woman among tough warriors in a SciFi story
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The Lady Teacher without a Name…The Lady Teacher without a Name I had waited the whole summer long to see them again, Lizzie, Gwen and the other classmates. Oh, ...

a little girl and a mysterious lady teacher
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Within These Walls…Never forget the day she arrived. She was a sight to behold. Yes sir indeed, she was a sight. Long flowing black hair the colour of R…

A short story I wrote a couple of years ago that oddly enough I have been asked to extend by a few avid readers of my written works. SO…thinking about it : )
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The Stars Still Shine…Will walked down the hallway of the moonlit apartment. Everything was so different and yet the same. He ran a hand lightly over an old dr…

This story is a complete work of fiction, it has, however, been inspired by the eternal love shared between my friend Elsie Duggan and her beloved husband, Bill. I can only hope that my husband and I shall shall share the same depth of love that endures past all boundaries.
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Mary's Worst Night…The lake in the middle of the woods was cold and silent ahead of Mary. She could not remember and didn’t know why she was there.
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The Devil Wears Khaki Pants…At the end of the day, in the words of Billy Joel, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints…”

practice
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THE BIRTH MARK FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE…my son was born without a birth mark but weeks after his grandfather died his birth mark appeared on my sons arm
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#1 (please help)…she spins her head, a baby blue bow falls from her icy white hair / she flutters her eyelashes, but the chase is over
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"Technically"…Brenda’s best friend Loni, lived right next door, their families shared everything.

Twist Tales Star Twister 53 Prompt – broken silence

About This Group

Writers Edge is the place for your short stories.. That’s right, your short stories. We feel that writers need more recognition for their brilliant pieces of art, which sometimes go under appreciated. We however are here to ensure that it gets as much exposure as possible. We accept stories of all sorts. Ranging from deep fantasy to afterlife to detective work and what have you. Please be advise that we do not accept any other form of art such as photos, designs, journals, poems; none of them. Strictly Short Stories.