Write three fifty-word stories, using only one syllable.
Jane went in the store for those small, brown pears she loved while Sam stayed in the hot car. Sweat stung one eye as he watched the girl so close on the curb, in her tight, red shorts. What was she, twelve? His blood roared in his ears. Run, girl. Please.
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When I got home from school, dad had packed the car with her clothes. “Get in” he had said. “It’s been a year and we need to move on. The thrift store can use these.” I think of the day when I’ll see her blue dress on strange flesh and cry.
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”I do” he cooed, to a heart he knew was his. The priest then turned and asked the same of her, to which she said, “I don’t know.” The shocked gasps of the crowd reached him as he heard her start to weep. “What?” he asked, stunned. “What did you say?”
Quote of the day: One day can make your life - one day can ruin your life. All life is, is four or five big days that change everything. Beverly D'nofrio - "Riding in Cars With Boys"Chosen because it made me stop and think if was true for me. I found I did indeed have my own four or five days and that the author was absolutely correct. My life changed direction with each of them.
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