100 days of stories
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100 Days of Stories – Day 92: ALONE
Another stay in the hospital. Another day of ordering meals from a limited menu. She barely has much of an appetite, so a bowl of soup will suffice. Salena’s health took a turn for the worse after moving into her new home. All the heavy lifting and stress from doing it on her own sent…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 91: RED
Carl loathes the color red. Red doors, specifically. Red Door was his mother’s favorite perfume. It was the only scent she wore. Carl believed she doused herself with a fresh layer before she’d come to his room to discipline him at odd hours of the night. He wasn’t a bad kid. However, no matter what…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 90: HOPE
Life has been rough for Solomon. Society swore if he got a degree he would never be without a job. Six months after graduation, he begs to differ. He calls his parents for financial assistance. His mom says, “We’re already helping with your student loan.” They’d give him just a little more to hold him…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 89: MORE
She sits on the sofa watching two pigeons necking on the balcony. Lovebirds. Tina ended her relationship with Eagan two months ago. She wanted love. To love and be loved, just not with him. He lacked the capacity to love outside his terms. Their relationship started out great. Lunch, dinner, walks in the parks, movies,…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 88: TRUST
My dad brought me to see the Cubs play when I was nine. He’d lied to my mom. Told her he wanted to treat me to ice cream and pizza to celebrate my straight As. Just the two of us. Father and daughter. Excitement overwhelmed me to watch a baseball game in person with my…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 87: ONE DAY
“You once told me I could be whatever I wanted to be. Now that I’ve decided what that is, you don’t approve.” My mother scowls at me. “You kill people, Calvin.” “I can’t kill people who are already dying, Mom. Besides, it’s what they want. They pay me to help them die.” She snatches the…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 86: TICKING
Amelia gobbles her spinach salad, washing it down with sparkling water. Barely giving her food a chance to even think about digesting, she sprints back to the office. Another client awaits. These days Amelia rushes through her days as though she’s running out of time. It’s her gynecologist’s fault. During her annual check-up a few…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 85: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
“Everything went well,” the surgeon says. “We removed her appendix with no issues.” “Thank you, Doctor.” This is Taylor’s first surgery. She’s only thirteen, and I’ll admit, I was more nervous about it than she was. She thought it was kinda cool. Kids. My daughter’s awake and being moved to her room. I grab our…