Coffee001

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    Cody was laid on his bed, listening to the call.

    “—And so I don’t know, Cody.” The woman on the other side sighed. “That’s pretty much it. That’s why I’m calling, because I honestly don’t know what to do. What do you think? You’ve always been there for me.” His throat felt dry, and his first response cracked and ended. The clock in his room ticked, and all was silent.

    “Cody?” the woman asked quietly....

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A Small Matter

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

    Robert’s nails dug into straw as he watched his brother’s feeble form. His brother’s chest slowly rose and fell, Robert’s stomach churning in rhythm. He frowned. 
   
    “Com’ on, James! It ain’ nothin’! What’d a you sleeping around for?” Rasps. Deep, guttural rasps that made Robert’s skin crawl. No 8-year-old sounded like that, let alone his little brother. He picked at a patch in his overalls and stared at his feet, wondering when his pa was...

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An Chúilfhionn

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

This is the type of work where you read it once, and feel for it. And then you read it again, and you feel even more. Basically, you're a good writer. The end. (Just to be safe, I probably would...

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Coffee001 (United States) published:

A Small Matter

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

    Robert’s nails dug into straw as he watched his brother’s slumbering form. His brother’s frail chest slowly rose and fell, Robert’s stomach churning in rhythm. He frowned. 

    “Com’ on, James! It ain’ nothin’! What’d a you sleeping around for?” Rasps. Deep, guttural rasps that made James’ skin crawl. No 8-year-old sounded like that, let alone his little brother. He picked at a patch in his overalls and stared at his feet, wondering when his pa was coming back.  It’d...

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