Category: Short Story
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My Fear of Going out in Public Alone
By: Brittany Gonzales The tense feeling, I get when I am in public alone makes my anxiety flare. I have lived a sheltered life growing up and had a bad childhood. Throughout the years I have reflected a lot on my anxiety triggers. In my worst times my anxiety was so bad my body became…
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What’s Behind the Shower Curtain?
By: Brittany Gonzales My adrenaline starts pumping, and sweat forms at my temple. I am afraid to see what could be behind the shower curtain. Images of a time when my sister scared me pop into my mind. How could my sister be so cruel? Such terror paralyzed my body that day; my screams…
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Hush Little Baby: A True Story of my Childhood
Part 1: The Beginning of my Nightmares Nightmares come in all shapes and sizes. Mine was of a shadow man. He was a shadow because I do not remember what he looked like exactly. However, the horrible things he did to me live on in my distant memory; my nightmare began at the tender age…
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The Animal Funny Pages-Part 2
Tessa the Flamingo and Freddie the Ferret, the Zooscapade Tessa, the flamingo, with a mouth full of shrimp, spies Freddie the ferret scampering about, What could that scoundrel be up to? Twice this month, the dirty ferret tried to steal her precious shrimp! The audacity! Tessa never met an animal so annoying as he! Freddie,…
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The Clock People of Chime City (Part 2)
Jupiter Moon held her daughter, Violet Moon’s hand, strolling in the dandelion fields. The air quality was terrible for the first time; the smog and horrid pollution caused her to cough. The maple tree, gargantuan in size that lit up the whole city, was no longer shining, and the breakdown was pouring in quick droves.…
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The Clock People of Chime City (Part One: The Clock-Maker)
(Sunday’s Shorts) (A supplement to my blog) The Clock People In a world beyond our imaginations lived a clockmaker that toiled endlessly to get those perfect chimes in every tune. The small clock shop the clockmaker worked in glowed every night near the Manhattan Bridge from a long time ago. A passerby could peer in…
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The Days Forgotten
By: Brittany Gonzales Part 1: The Clown Statue The only thing that remains of the days forgotten is the clown that never stops smiling. His smile was frozen in time as if he was waiting for someone that could or may never show. His smile never fades even as the clown lies on the cold,…