Creative Writing
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On the Hill
Cool prairie wind blows strands of hair across my brow. We are surrounded by people. Some I know and some I don’t. Their wet eyes are on us. Across the field is the…
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Secret Paintings
The first thing you saw when you walked into the art room was a life sized papier-mâché Buddy Holly. The walls were a sprawling quilt of patchwork murals of animals, skulls, or cars,…
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Message in a Bottle
“Grandpa what’s that?” A tiny blonde girl pointed to a bottle half sticking out of the sand. The old man stooped over to pick it up, his spine and knees popping as he…
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Secrets Worth Keeping
Jake could see them from his bedroom window. He watched them leave in the cover of darkness from the abandoned house across the street, panicked and crying. And then the murders began. It…
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Hidden Treasure
He left in the cover of darkness. He lifted the palm leaves that concealed the boat he learned to build from an outlawed book. He prayed it would be seaworthy. A branch cracked…
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Smoke Signals
LOG: June 5, 2017, around noon – It’s been 42 days since our plane went down. Today I saw smoke coming from the northeast side of the island. I thought I was the…
