Category: Writing
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#request
“I got a friend #request from Alex Parker today,” Claire told her sister Jenny. “That miserable–“ “Yeah…” Childhood grudges died hard. “He’s fat and balding now.” Jenny rubbed her leg. “Accept. And then torment him like he tormented me.” It never had healed properly.
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#boy
“Sometimes I wonder what’s up in the sky,” said the #boy to the bug. He was crouched down with his knees up around his ears, staring straight up, neck contorted awkwardly. The bug flicked its wings dismissively and flew away. The little boy, lost in the clouds, ignored it.
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#frantic
Sitting at the head of the table, she kept the smile pasted on her face as they grilled her with questions. She fought to keep the #frantic squeezing pressure of anxiety confined to her mind. Interviews suck, she thought as her shirt glued itself to her underarms.
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#swing
Hitting the red ball with all his strength, he watched it #swing around the pole on its tether, winding higher and higher until it was out of reach. As a child, he had played for hours. Lost in his memories, he forgot… The ball unwound and smacked him in the face. #vss365
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#knees
His kilt swung back and forth as he marched up the path. The group of young girls giggled as one commented just a little too loudly. “Who knew that #knees could be so sexy?” Embarrassed, they met his dancing eyes as he made his way past them. His wink sent them into fits. #vss365
Nadine Kirzinger 