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Childhood Fantasies
When I was younger, I lived all alone with my mum in the rustic lands of Bridgetown. Her face was always the same from when I can remember, her cheeks coloured by the twin dabs of powder she applied on both sides, her hair stained with the glossy mixture she smeared upon it that smelled so much like the strawberry I loved.Strawberry was extremely scarce, so, it often disturbed me as to why one would rub such expensive condiment on the hair only to have it washed away, wasted like it meant nothing to them. It disturbed me so much that on one cool evening, I snuck to that small shelf where she u...
Too Stubborn To admit ," We need each other !"
"Never believed much in horoscopes , But encountered a whole different vibe when conversations clashed between a Taurian guy and a true Sagittarian woman who were kinda obsessesed with each other but were too stubborn to admit ". -SuzanneAn year back when everyone was being stuck at homes for the best, one night Suzzane got a link request on some social media for a connection. She kinda ignored it as it was not something new to her. She was hella pretty ans she kept receiving it , so she didn't paid the attention. She was fierce , independent , outspoken and blunt in her nature and attitude , ...
Home by Midnight
Hello everyone! I’m new to Reedsy; this is my first time participating in the writing challenge. I hope you enjoy my very short story. :)Maggie looked out the window for the sixth time in half that many minutes. In one hand she clutched a rosary tightly, in the other, a kitchen sponge, cold but still covered in suds from her half-hearted attempt to clean. She glanced at the clock. 11:50 p.m. Ron’s curfew was midnight. She clutched the rosary tighter. God, watch over him. Maggie glanced at her husband Lucas, collapsed on the couch where he had prayed the rosary and then read aloud until sleep o...
Trash Can Tillie
This is a story about Trash Can Tillie. She was a tulip. Now you might wonder how Tillie came by her name. That is part of what this story is about so listen carefully to find out the answer.One day during all of God’s eternity, Tillie found herself in God’s Hands. She quivered when she heard His Voice speakinwww.onedoor.ccg to her, felt His touch on her stem as He carefully held her. He said, “Tillie, may I use you to bring glory to My kingdom?” Amazing, thought Tillie, He was asking her for permission to use her. How like the gentle Creator. Tillie wondered how in the world God could use a simple li...