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Julia Blues
Julia Blues
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Writer and Photographer, documenting the human experience and the world we live in one story at a time. Going where the story leads.

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  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 77: BORN TO FLY

    It was the children’s author’s forty-fifth book. With less than six months to live, it would be her last. She didn’t want to think about death or the fact that she was dying. How could she inspire children to live their wildest dreams while her candle was quickly fading? With a little bit of heart…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 76: TRY JESUS

    “What can wash away my sins,” the choir sings. Today’s my first time in church in over ten years. My foster parents took me to church every Sunday until I turned eighteen. Fortunately, I have no bad stories about church or the people in it. Just never saw the need to go after I left…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 75: MISSING

    Over the course of five days, three girls have gone missing. Each abducted while walking home from school. Different schools. Different routes. Different ages: twelve, fourteen, seventeen. Though the city is living in fear, the citizens of Burrowsville flock in groups to the vigil. It’s imperative to show support for the families whose girls are…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 74: SUMMER BREEZE

    The sun takes a slow stroll down the sky, dips behind clouds, and hovers at the end of the road. A song about the breeze in the summertime plays in the background. I crack the window as we pass trees bountiful with leaves. The breeze transports me into a recent memory. It was summer. I…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 73: HIGH

    The hospital bed has held me hostage since bright and early yesterday morning after a headache sent me to the ER. My blood pressure was higher than high. They admitted me and I’ve done nothing but count planes from sundown to sunup. A full twenty-four hours have passed me by. Watching planes come and go…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 72: A PLACE FOR LOVERS

    He said he’s taking me someplace special. Said it’s because he loves me, and the place we’re going is for lovers. The next day, he packs our bags, puts them in the trunk, and off we go. I have no idea where we’re going. What I do know, however, is that I don’t love him.…

  • Let Your Work Speak for You

    Sometimes we do so much to draw the attention to our work. We feel like we’re standing on top of a mountain with a bullhorn yelling to the world, “Look at me!” while people walk by without so much as a shudder. We can save ourselves so much frustration and angst if we simply do…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 71: MIND FULL

    My mind is full of regrets. He’d never hit me in public. If triggered while we were out, he’d patiently wait until we were alone. Last night was different. Something set him off. He couldn’t wait. He reached across the table at dinner and yanked me by the wrist. His eyes ablaze. Trouble was ahead—trouble…