Fiction: The Beloved Comes Home
Mary rose from the grass slowly, brushing a few stray blades from her knees, using the headstone for support. She remembered a time when she
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Mary rose from the grass slowly, brushing a few stray blades from her knees, using the headstone for support. She remembered a time when she
The good news is that the puppy is scratching and whining at the back door instead of peeing on Marla’s hardwood kitchen floor. The bad
Jeff hesitated outside Alice’s dorm room door. It was early morning, and he could hear faint chirps of alarms going off in some of the
Darkness had fallen hours earlier. The moon was high over the lush summer treetops. Emily, who had been drowsing on the sofa since suppertime, awoke
By the time John walks home from school and sees her in the kitchen, his mom has gone cold. He sits down next to her
For decades, Stacy’s bedtime was three a.m., after Channel Four played the Star Spangled Banner and signed off for the night. Now, Stacy and Channel
They’re sitting together on the sofa, separated by the dog. The latest episode of General Hospital is halfway over. She gets up. The dog gets up too.
Even the most prolific writers among us can’t always come up with ideas for stories. It can be very frustrating sometimes to sit down in front of