100 days of stories
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100 Days of Stories – Day 12: OR NOT
The mug was supposed to be a joke. I bought it for my girlfriend. She could be emotional at times. She knows it, and often jokes about it. So, when I saw the mug while browsing for her birthday gift, I couldn’t resist. We were at dinner when I handed her a glittery bag. She…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 11: A MOMENT WITH A DOLPHIN
When I decided to jump into a body of water and swim with dolphins, I didn’t fathom the exhilaration the experience would bring. I felt the creature’s presence nearing my body. “Grab your vest,” the instructor called out. That was the signal to let the dolphin know my cheek was ready to be kissed. As…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 10: THE BEAUTY OF PEACE
One by one, the waves of the Atlantic Ocean crash against the rocks. Hours ago, I walked away from my job after twelve years. It was my first job out of college. It was all I knew but it was killing me. I sacrificed so much of myself, my time. My life. I lean back…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 9: BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Sean and Dennis were the best of friends. Where there was one, there was the other. They dressed similarly, told similar jokes, dated the same type of girls. They’d been that way from eighth grade to this day. They were birds of a feather. After college graduation, the guys went to Cancun to celebrate. As…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 8: UNROOTED
Packing once again. Another state, another city. A place where no one knows my name. That’s okay with me, though. Been like this since I was conceived. My parents became pregnant while they were stationed in the Philippines. To avoid me being a dual citizen, they moved to Florida. I started pre-school in Japan, and…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 7: THE TREE
I remember the day this tree laughed at me. I was around eight or nine. The tree wasn’t as high then. Climbing it didn’t seem like such a feat. There was a low branch, which I grabbed ahold of as if it were a monkey bar. On it, I swung and swung—just having a little…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 6: A FLOWER BLOOMS
For the past 82 days, a hibiscus bloomed in his mother’s garden. He knew it’d been 82 days because that’s how many days since she transitioned. Eighty-two days ago, Travis visited his mother and unfortunately, found her slumped over in the front yard. Her garden. The place she found so much joy. The place she…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 5: ONE SUNDAY
She climbed through the trees and ran for her life. The figure dressed in black chased her, a blade in his gloved hand. Nothing but trees and trees and more trees. She didn’t know where she was or where she was running. She ran and ran and ran. He chased and chased and chased. Something…