Author: Writinginthedeep
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Short Story – The Unseen Observer
The Unseen Observer Through the smoke filled haze, Samuel could see only the boots of the other soldiers from his fallen position. As the searing pain began to take hold of all that was left of him, Samuel began to notice the smallest details. Like the boots that had a hole in the toe or…
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Short Story – Karma
Karma Would you believe that my teacher fell down the stairs all by herself? No, really. It’s true! See, it all happened at the beginning of last week when I was already feeling like my week was starting off on the wrong foot. My alarm forgot to wake me up again, so I woke up…
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Short Story – Under the Acorn Tree
Molly had a horrible day. The sun may be shining and faces may be smiling on the people passing by, but there sat Molly, among the acorn trees, crying. When she woke up that morning she was like all of the other smiling faces. Even when she burnt her toast and spilled her coffee, she…
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Short Story – Elderly Angel
Ester has always loved Halloween. No matter how old she got, she still decorated her house with skeletons, spider webs, and ghosts. This year was no different. As she put on her angel costume, she chuckled a little at the sight of a wrinkly body in a young person’s costume. She debated taking out her…
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Truth Underneath
I left the window open And something came in It creeped silently And it had no grin It had no shape It had no eyes Yet it came at me With such a surprise I tossed and turned I could not sleep It came closer Without one peep It crawled onto my bed Then onto…
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Poem – My Name
Hi. My name is Heather. Heather… You know, even the sound of my own name coming out of my mouth seems foreign. I hardly ever hear anyone use my name. I am usually called Mom or Mother Honey or Babe Mrs. Gonzalez or Ms. G But…Heather? No, after so many years of my name being…
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Flash Fiction – All the Little Moments
January 30, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the dishes. It can be the every-single-day activity, a precious collection, or any other interpretation of dishes as objects or activities. Who is stuck with the dishes and why? Go where the prompt leads! All the Little Moments Martha inhaled…
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Poem – No More Real Snow Days
No More Real Snow Days Icy roads close school But we still do work from home No more real snow days
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Short Story – The Price of War
The Price of War My stomach was making that sound again. I was worried that they would find my hiding place. It was obvious that my chances of survival were slim. This whole ugly mess started last night when the bombs went off in my neighborhood. Now they were so close I could hear their…
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Letter to My Younger Self
Dear Younger Heather, Hey. It’s me. Or should I say it’s you. You from the future. I wanted to give you some advice from my many years of experience. Don’t worry so much about the small things. They will seem like really big things at the moment, but when you look back on them it…
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