Stories tagged “redemption”
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What happened? (Hero Inspiration)
Angela awoke when her head hit a rocky outcropping. Was she falling? She didn’t remember. Her eyes fluttered open, heat licking her cheeks and forehead. What she saw frightned her. What happened? How did I get here? It all came flooding back to h...
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As I Sit Here Idly (A Mental Letter from a Civil War Bride)
Dearest Arville, As I sit in the window box watching the men go by my thoughts are drawn to thee. They march off, these new recruits, eager for the fight. I would write but to where would I send it? You are at war, and if war has an address I would fei...
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Romance, A Stone, and Blood
“You,” the dashing man in black intoned gravely, “are the chosen one. With one touch of the sacred stone, you save all of vampire kind, restore our humanity. Then…” He paused, felt the tears wet his cheeks as they were her...
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Pardoned
The crisp, cool breeze ruffled his hair. He could smell the rich, earthy reek of manure from the nearby farms; it was so much cleaner than the cycle of urine, feces and industrial cleaning solution that had marked the passing of his hours. The gates sl...
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Skin-Deep
You’re beautiful. Who, you ask? You! Turn off your television. Turn off the radio. Turn away from the advertisements. You’re more beautiful than you know. Who, you again ask? You! Your fat thighs are really not as bad as you think. Your ugl...
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Surprise Indeed
Marybeth cringed, her head jerking right, bleating in terror as she mentally braced herself for a blinding flash of light. A dark-clothed figure was extending something out to her. It took a moment for it to dawn on Marybeth that not only had no pictur...
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Outside the Club
The rest of the day was a hedonistic blur that put my college benders to shame. Whole lifetimes’ worth of sin transpired in that confined space and time. To jeers and echoing laughter, derision for the weak-kneed neophyte, I staggered towards the...
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Dawn
The screaming had stopped at last. The Land Before the Forest was nothing but a black skeleton of charred, wooden bones still smoking in the pre-dawn half light. You took my husband. You took my soul. You took my innocence. Now, you will take nothing f...