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His Truth is Marching On
His Truth Is Marching OnSuzanne MarshSan Antonio, Texas 1915The small white haired wizened faced man sat rocking on his white washed front porch. He was watching for his son, his wife and two boys. He was a retired Major General, his name was John Clem. He had been waiting to see them since early morning. He had finally decided it was time to tell his son and grandsons about his adventures as a ten year old drummer boy during the Civil War. He had never felt the need to disclose the nickname that he carried all these years; "Johnny Shiloh". ...
Girl like me
I woke up to my phone ringing like it's going to blast , I picked it up and I heard her yelling "Day after tomorrow we have a school reunion and you are coming ". I said "but.... " "Nowww.onedoor.cc buts and if 's you are coming and that's final" and she hung up. Commanding right, but I love her. She's my bestie Maya, the only good memory from my high school. By the way I am Samantha, a strong, beautiful, independent young woman. But was I always like this? No! Well I definitely don't want to go to the reunion but Maya is stubborn and is insisting me to go there since a week . I don't want to meet anyone th...
Face to face
It was a cold and stormy September night, 14 year old Jillian Debero crouched low in her hiding place in the kitchen pantry. Her father, Roger Debero, was on a particularly brutal rampage that night. He always drank too much and got too rough with her and her mom but tonight was different, her mom was scared. Her father was yelling and breaking things, her mom, Noreen, told her to hide in the pantry and stay quiet. Little did Jillian know, those would be the last words her mother would ever say to her.She heard glass break and her mother’s screams. Jillian thought about coming out of the pantr...
A Life Fulfilled
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Some of them were, anyway, because others had already turned brown, fallen to the floor and been crushed into the mud. They'd gone through their life cycle; growing and changing with the seasons, until their purpose was fulfilled. Whatever that purpose was. Was it to look pretty, to shelter birds or was it deeper than that? It was more than that. After all, trees inhale the bad air and breathe out the precious oxygen that we need to survive. Trees are life. Those leaves were trodden into the ground by the feet of the people that depend on...