Tag: short-story
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Mercy
Elle stuffs the last bit of mushroom she can fit in her wicker basket and starts out of the forest. She hadn’t realized how deep she’d ventured in and the sun is rapidly setting, so she must hurry.
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The Package
I take my usual seat on the bus and slip on my earbuds. I hate the late shift. Taking the late bus always feels so dreadful to me, even if nothing interesting happens besides the occasional drunk who tries to pick a fight with the driver.
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The Last-Minute Date
Sarah checks her watch again, silently begging it to be wrong. He’s not late. Not this time. He can’t be.
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Stranded
The building is quiet. Most people would be at home today, spending time with their families—but not Molly—Molly has work to do today.
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The Echo of Time
I step out of the machine and throw a tarp over the top, hiding it from view inside the once-dilapidated, now brand-new barn. I’m the first time traveler to successfully reach my mission year, and hopefully the first to make it home in one piece.
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Snowy Night At The Inn
Elle took the steaming mug of hot chocolate from the inn keeper, an older woman, her wise face etched with years of exhaustion and stress. They exchanged smiles and sipped their comforting drinks as the fire in the fireplace crackled, the smell of pine filling the air around them.
T.L. Ryan 