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  • A Flame Worth its Candle
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  • Chipilly Ridge, 1918
  • A Flame Worth its Candle

    I’m in a desert. All above and around, bright stars crowd the night sky for space. The Milky Way spreads wide and from my micro, micro lens of me in this sea of sand and buried streams, the cloudy galaxy appears like a festive bow, wrapping the world in white, blue, purple, and dark red. Before me, it’s flat. Behind me, it’s flat. To either side, there’s nothing but dark mileage and offsets of obsidian, a mountain range perhaps? There are no plants in this flat valley. No awkwardly armed cacti, no poodle dog bush, no cluster of thorns sheltering generations of thick skinned reptiles. And ther...TCEone door

    Saturday Night

    (Writers note: 1 night, 6 POV)Kids are a handful. I am struggling to raise two of my own lately. When I see someone with a half dozen kids at a supermarket, I laugh inside. You should've thought about going on birth control, lady! I say it quietly under my breath. I do my own thing and keep my rascals under a short leash. For the most part, they are all well behaved kids. Occasionally the little one will throw a fit if she doesn’t have it her own way, but that lasts only a few seconds. She knows that if she keeps it up, she will be in a heap of trouble. I am blessed to have them both in my lif...TCEone door

    Some People Feel the Rain

    It was exactly 47 degrees in the Bodega Bay Lodge on March 5th, 2021, outside room six. The wind licked goosebumps onto our bare arms as we waited. My sister, Piper, had a plain blue towel wrapped around her body like a burrito of warmth. Her chestnut hair skipped across her face. I knew she didn’t have to be here, but she followed me everywhere. I always tried to convince myself that it was annoying, but to be truthful it was flattering how she shadowed me like an old, faithful hound.  Finally, the door creaked open. My cousin, Liv, held the brass doorknob in her small fingers and beamed whe...TCEone door

    Chipilly Ridge, 1918

    Note: this is based on the true events of August 9th, 1919, in Chipilly, France.*****“Medic! Medic! LT’s down, get your ass over here!”Despite the constant drumroll of machine gun rounds zipping over our heads, I heard the call loud and clear. I looked over to the section of the hastily dug trench where Lieutenant Johnson was barking out orders from just moments before. The only things visible were the fresh speckles of blood and brains on the greyish brown dirt that formed the back wall of his trench.The platoon commander was gone. Our platoon sergeant had been evacuated an hour beforehand af...TCEone door

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