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Category: Short Story

Butterfly Friendship

The butterfly flits and dodges above my head. After I watch its indecisive movements, the monarch butterfly finally flies off to a patch of wild flowers growing along the path. I can’t help but smile at the sporadic movements of the small creature as it finally perches on a…

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Riana’s Choice

The wind howled, whipping the branches up above in erratic, angry movements as Riana headed down the sidewalk. It was typical weather for a spring day here. The weather forecaster had promised warm temperatures but the nefarious wind made it feel much cooler and belied his positive prediction. Riana grabbed…

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He Knows

Fluffball, my cat, is chasing butterflies in the backyard while I sit on the deck in the sunshine reading a book. It’s one of the first really nice days of spring and I love being out here, letting the timid rays of sun warm my body. Just last week…

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Consequences

Ben closed the buttons of his coat, trying to ward off the chill that had penetrated through to his bones as he strode quickly across the pavement. Being a fan of cool, blustery fall days wasn’t something he could claim. The wind whipped at his back, making his pants…

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Shelah’s Mission

He descended through the roof quickly and penetrated through the ceiling, his feet landing on the worn carpet. Tucking his wings in beside his body, he straightened, the tool in his hands heavy with purpose. With surprise and excitement, four pairs of eyes turned to take him in. Four angels…

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Snowflake Walk

Carter closed the door softly behind him as he left the busy house and walked down the steps to the walkway. His brother and his wife were hosting the family Christmas gathering this year, their place big enough to accommodate the large group. But even with the space, the house…

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Jed and Julia

Jed looked at his watch for the third time in minutes. Julia should have been here by now. He’d expected her arrival fifteen minutes ago. This wasn’t like her at all. Punctuality could be her second name. Worry crowded him and he tried not to fidget with the…

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