Tag: 100 Word Stories

100 Word Story: Washed Up

Posted on August 3, 2021 by

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“Somebody left a baby on the beach. Do you see it?” “That’s not a baby. Somebody piled up rocks and it looks like a baby.” He kept stirring the soup on the stove. She trained the binoculars on the pile of rocks. Little arms… Continue Reading “100 Word Story: Washed Up”

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Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?

Posted on January 5, 2021 by

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I have no idea who left the dishes in the sink in yesterday’s episode of A Story of Winter. This doesn’t mean I’m stuck. It just means that I try not to get ahead of myself. That’s a lie. The truth is I don’t… Continue Reading “Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?”

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The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter

Posted on December 24, 2020 by

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Jo Should she take sheets? Eleanor holds the blue flowered set. No, who uses sheets when they’re sleeping in their car? She puts the sheets back and pulls out the heaviest quilt. It’s May and still chilly at night. She stops halfway down the… Continue Reading “The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter”

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Deaf Stair

Posted on November 3, 2015 by

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I think I heard that. What was it? The dogs are barking. Is it outside? Is there a cat outside? One of those coyotes? Is it in the house? Is somebody in the house? They’re barking at the bedroom door. Why aren’t they barking… Continue Reading “Deaf Stair”

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Home Alone

Posted on March 3, 2015 by

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He didn’t know what to make of it. Hearing the hammering outside, knowing now that the last window was boarded up. It had been the secret little doorway to his new home. And now he was stuck. There would be no getting out without… Continue Reading “Home Alone”

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6:18

Posted on January 28, 2015 by

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“Don’t drop me at the corner. Go up two blocks and turn right. I wanna show you something,” he said, picking up the Chicken Nuggets box and the plastic barbecue sauce packets, sucking the last life out of his giant soda and cramming it all into… Continue Reading “6:18”

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6:11

Posted on January 20, 2015 by

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The car still smelled like french fries from the last time. She cracked the window and looked at her phone shining like a camping flashlight on her lap. She scrolled through Facebook and her email, looking up every few seconds to check the mirrors,… Continue Reading “6:11”

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Say Goodbye

Posted on January 10, 2014 by

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“You can’t come back here.” She stopped him on the road where he was creeping along in his old blue truck, and told him to roll down his window so he would hear exactly what she was saying. “You’re not welcome here. You need… Continue Reading “Say Goodbye”

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Punched

Posted on August 8, 2013 by

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What was it the guy in the adoption workshop said? When all else fails, order a pizza? Cute. Who was he dealing with? Five year olds? Jennifer folded up the dish towel and put it on the stack on the counter next to the… Continue Reading “Punched”

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.

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