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RedWriter

United States

Writing a bio for me is hard because I am myself and I could go on and on about how I think of me but would that be correct in others eyes? So I guess the only word I can really use to describe me is Bree and let my writing do the rest.

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Always, always always remember to see both sides of the story and you might just fill another book.

This is a picture of a bvery strange anf farm

RedWriter (United States) published:

Repercussion

FREE WRITING

Never forget. Never forget. But we seem to have. We seem to have forgotten the subtle tyranny of the Holocaust when it had first begun, when those who spoke out were imprisoned. I, for one, and that one counts, have not forgotten. No, I have not forgotten you, the weak and downtrodden who were persecuted and tortured.
Neither will I forget you, Uyghurs, or those central and southern American immigrant system. Those persecuted for race, culture, and religion. Oh, I...

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437 Dukes Boulevard

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019

The porch lights were off that night, letting long shadows collect alongside the two-story. The neighborhood itself was asleep, it seemed, the curtains drawn in nearly every house. The woman, her breath shallow, huddled up under the porch roof, clutching something tightly in her arms. Crying would do no good, she knew, and so she didn't glance up towards the windows of 437 Dukes Boulevard, where he slept. She sat the basket down, and for a second she faltered. But...

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RedWriter (United States) published:

437 Dukes Boulevard

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019

The porch lights were off that night, letting long shadows collect alongside the two-story. The neighborhood itself was asleep, it seemed, the curtains drawn in nearly every house. The woman, her breath shallow, huddled up under the porch roof, clutching something in her arms. Crying would do no good, she knew, and so she didn't glance up towards the windows of 437 Dukes Boulevard, where he slept. She sat the basket down,  and for a second she faltered. But then...

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RedWriter (United States) published:

437 Dukes Boulevard

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019

The porch lights were off that night, letting long shadows collect alongside the two-story. The neighborhood itself was asleep, it seemed, the curtains drawn in nearly every house. The woman, her breath shallow, huddled up under the porch roof, clutching something in her arms. Crying would do no good, she knew, and so she didn't glance up towards the windows of 437 Dukes Boulevard, where he slept. She carefully sat down the basket, and for a second she faltered. But...

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How Many Times?

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019

I think this was very well done. Please continue writing and spreading the message that we cannot allow this to keep happening! We can't let this reminder of the tears and bloodshed ravaging our own country go unnoticed or slip...

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RedWriter (United States) published:

437 Dukes Boulevard

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019

The porch lights were off that night, letting long shadows collect alongside the two-story. The neighborhood itself was asleep, it seemed, the curtains drawn in nearly every house. The woman, her breath shallow, huddled up under the porch roof, clutching something in her arms. The tears were slick under her eyes, and yet she didn't glance up towards the windows of 437 Dukes Boulevard, where he slept. She carefully sat down the basket, and for a second she faltered. But...

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