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Her shoes made a satisfying squeak on the floor as she pivoted to shoot. Her arms went up in perfect form and her wrists flicked the ball into the net. Swoosh. Nothing but net. She sighed with relief. It never changed.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.12.2019 @ 9:01 am


The zipper stuck and she struggled for a moment before giving up and slinging it on her back, open. She raced out the door, taking a second to lock it before sprinting down the sidewalk, one hand behind her to hold her processions in her backpack.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.10.2019 @ 7:13 am


The little paws were so cute. The tail wagged. The eyes blinked. The tongue stuck out. It was perfect. And entirely capture in glass.
She put it down. She could have sworn it would pant and bark.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.09.2019 @ 9:24 am


She couldn’t stop once she started. She just kept talking and talking and the words and worlds just kept pouring out of her mouth into a pool beneath her. He listened, gently, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to know she didn’t have to continue if she didn’t want to/

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.06.2019 @ 9:48 am


The email was short and to the point, but friendly. Still, she cursed out loud when she saw it. Dang it. Dang it dang it. She had totally forgotten.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.05.2019 @ 7:08 am


The power flickered and then went out. “Oh, bloody perfect,” she groaned and rolled over so her face was in the pillows. She didn’t want to deal with this today. But it was the coldest day of the year. She couldn’t just sit here. She’d probably freeze to death.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 12.04.2019 @ 11:04 am


The look of the kid made her eyes roll. Geez. He was scrawny as hell. He was eager. He was just what he had been told to be his whole life.
“Look kid, I like you, or at least I want to like you, but you have to calm the hell down.”

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.30.2019 @ 6:59 am


The flower was browned around the edges, dry, and drooping over the side of the jar. Perhaps it never really fully bloomed. It was winter, after all. She sighed and turned back to her list, pulling her hand over her eyes.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.24.2019 @ 8:04 am


It wasn’t snowing yet, but she could feel it in the air.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.22.2019 @ 10:28 am


She had read plenty about the pale skinned counts in capes or the sparkly teen aged boys who never age, but she still couldn’t pin point what exactly disturbed her abut the concept. Sure, they sucked blood. Sure, they turned you in to one oft them.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.20.2019 @ 12:27 pm


It was a simple twist in her hair but somehow it had transformed her into a completely different person. He did’t recognize her.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.14.2019 @ 8:30 am


The school was scary in the summer- abandoned, vacant. It even smelled weird. Well, probably. She tried not to get to close to it when she walked by, for fear that someone would reach out and kidnap her to make her learn something.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.11.2019 @ 10:40 am


The rosy glow of the room was so alluring from outside the window. Her feet could practically feel the warmth.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.09.2019 @ 9:27 am


She looked into the expansive ceiling, feeling very Little House on the Prairie. The sunlight was streaming in a very attractive way.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 11.06.2019 @ 6:02 am


She opened her eyes blearily. “Dad?” She looked around. Where was she? Where was her dad? Hadn’t he just been here? She looked around and heard a faint beeping. She barely registered it.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 10.16.2019 @ 7:14 am


She cleared her throat and nodded her head in the general direction of a woman looking for a seat. He craned his neck. “What?”
“That’s Cynthia.”
“No, it can’t be.”
“It’s been 15 years, Ryan, she doesn’t look at all the same, but that’s her. Watch her walk.”

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.30.2019 @ 6:05 am


She scanned over the letter. It wasn’t glowing, sure, but it was pretty good.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.25.2019 @ 11:28 am


Plugging in her phone, she breathed a sigh of relief. Charge started surging into the battery. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Now there was nothing to do but wait. She mentally made a list of the next steps.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.18.2019 @ 7:38 am


She sniffed, trying to keep the tears from rolling down the bridge of her nose. She pulled the pillow closer to her, squeezing it as if it was a branch on a tree.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.12.2019 @ 10:36 am


She had the ethos down pat. The pathos was a little tricker, but she could fake her way through it. It was the logos that really tripped her up. Facts, figures, logic, progressions, anything that needed to sound reasoned and calm- that wasn’t ever going to be her strong suit. She sighed dramatically. See? No logos to be seen for miles.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.10.2019 @ 10:59 am


She could barely lift her head. “I’m dizzy.”
“I know, honey. Let me help you up, okay?”
“I can’t.”
“Okay, okay.” He squated next to her, nervously. “What can we do?”
“WE can’t do anything, okay? Stop doing that.”
“I’m trying to help.”
“I know, I just… I don’t feel good.”

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.08.2019 @ 9:59 am


Her hand shot up. No one else’s did. She quickly lowered it, but Mrs. Fischer had already seen. She nodded towards Diane.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 09.05.2019 @ 11:13 am


The house was perfect, a dream. The green shutters, the white siding, the weeping willow in the front, a wrapping porch. She almost gasped.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.29.2019 @ 10:30 am


The snack was perfect. Perfect size. Perfect proportion. She was annoyed by it all. She felt the cold linoleum on her feet and hated that too. Everything in this house was pristine. She wanted to burn it down she was so angry.
Of course she didn’t really want to burn it down…

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.27.2019 @ 1:28 pm


She read the label, trying to decipher the names of the minerals and vitamins it claimed to give her. Seemed legit.
What did she know anyway?
She swallowed it down, choking slightly.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.19.2019 @ 3:01 pm


She loved the zoo. And it made her sad. Both realities lived in her joints as she walked to the big cat house to see the lions. The lions were her favorite at this zoo. Most of the time it was elephants, but this zoo was smaller and had no room for elephants. Or giraffes. Just two geriatric lions.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.16.2019 @ 11:58 am


They put up a huge piece of paper on the wall. End to end, it was probably 10 feet. Everyone was given a marker and one by one they got up and added to the paper. It could be words. It could be images. It could be adding on-to someone’s previous contribution.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.08.2019 @ 10:46 am


She looked around the dingy room. Cobwebs in the corner. It felt like something out of the Old West. She tried to get comfortable in the chair and ignore the men across the divide of the benches. She was decently sure she was safe.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 08.02.2019 @ 9:18 am


She felt like a million bucks. Or more accurately like about $1300. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was like she had never seen herself before this moment. She blinked, just to confirm that it was her. It was. That was all her. “Oh wow,” she intoned, not really conscious of her mouth moving.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 07.30.2019 @ 1:54 pm


She braced herself against the dash board and closed her eyes.

We’re FINE, Brandy. GOD.

Look, I didn’t know. It looked like you were going to hit them.

Could you trust me, for like longer than three minutes?

I do trust you, we were just going really fast, okay, God.

» Posted By Bridget Grace On 07.26.2019 @ 1:25 pm

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