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Hope Brewster Short Story Contest 01 October 2020 WindowsThe cars raced by my window once more and the sounds of their horns blaring continued to condemn me. I looked out my window to pinpoint the exact car that was causing my distress and send my hatred toward it personally. If only I could have been born when cars were seen as a waste of money. The convenience did not outweigh the annoyance that continues throughout the night. There would have been a much easier era for my survival and personality. Maybe sometime in the seventeen hundreds before cars were even imagined. I would travel back t...
Violets in Bloom
Adrian Kellie stared at the calendar on her kitchen wall and then she stared at the calendar on her phone. Both calendars told her the same thing, the date. She tried not to think of the date today because if she thought what today was she would panic and she didn’t want to panic. After all, there was no need to panic. What’s a few days? It had only been a few days she thought. Two months ago Adrian met the most handsome, intelligent, hard working, romantic man she had ever known. Keith David was all that and more. She almost didn’t go to the party. Hewww.onedoor.ccr friend, Jackie had invited her to one of...
The Unsigned Masterpiece
Born in 1880 in Long Island, Paul Jerome Barry discovered a passion for painting at an early age. As his parents were rather well to do and open-minded, they let him follow his inclination, and he Studied Fine Arts in 1902 at the Chase School in New York, under two renowned painters of the time, namely William M. Chase and Robert Henri. Robert Henri’s teachings and experience gave him the urge to go to France, where everything was happening at the time. He moved to Paris in 1903, at 23 years of age.Everything was new and wonderful to Paul, Paris was everything he had hoped for and more, it was...
Wiccan Sisters
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. "Rat! Rat! Rat!" I exclaimed. I ran to the side of the house and grabbed the water hose to put out the fire I had started in the backyard. When I put it out, I looked at the pile of slushy, wet ash that used to be a small tree. I then heard laughter behind me. I turned to see my sister, Crystal, who was seven years older than me, leaning up against the door frame with her arms folded."Mom's going to be pissed at you, Tabitha. She just planted that tree," Crystal said."Well, I didn't mean to. The spell I was practicing didn't work right," ...