Tag: fiction friday
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Ending Comments on the SpoonRiver of Houses
The walls would cry out against us a frightening thing. I was terrified. It must be true because the person telling it was a grown up man and why would he lie about this?
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Fiction Friday – The Lake House
Everyone brings baggage. The disagreements usually occur in my upper reaches where not everyone sees the dirty laundry. Usually it is a parent who disapproves of the new ‘important other’ in a son or daughter’s life. They all manage to get to the table and celebrate the event at hand.
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Carriage House – Fiction Friday
I am the carriage house that sits right next to the Story Mill House. I must be on the historical register but I can’t read the sign from here. I am falling apart, too.