Iceland Fog

After my gramma’s death, I feel comfort in the fog surrounding my wooden porch. The haze entwines the trees and sinks into the mountains, looking thicker than usual. As my gramma’s stitched quilt sits heavy on my shoulders, I can recall a story she told me. “Don’t be scared, krútt,” she told me one foggy…

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The Baby Doll Dance

Swimming.  Barbecues.  A giant doll erupting in flames while dancing around in a circle as spectators cheer her on. It’s summer in the small village of Lowellville, Ohio! Each year in the middle of July, Lowellville’s Mt. Carmel Society hosts an Italian festival. In a village of 900 proud Italian residents, this is a big…

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Tadpoles

The plop of a frog hopping into the stagnant river echoed between Adrianna and Daryl. Adrianna watched the sun set over the water, making the fantastical shimmer of the river grow dull. Lightning bugs were starting to emerge from hiding, and the crickets and frogs picked up singing where the birds left off. She held…

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You’re Welcome, Grandma

Prompt: Write a story in 2 minutes with the starting line: ‘Its the only one I have.’ It’s the only one I have. A beautiful, hand knit doily my grandmother made weeks before her passing. It’s one of a kind. However, I’m not sure what to do with it. What does a person do with…

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